Drive
It’s much cooler up in the mountains if you go high enough. The breeze made me forget the boiling temps several thousand feet below. Returning from Huntington Lake, I almost felt like shutting the car window, but didn’t out of stubbornness.
Feel that cold air.
Check out the Bug… er, Beetle. Dad, slugbug, no slugbacks. On the way to Shaver Lake at a vista point. Last time we were here, there was snow on the ground. In May.
At Shaver Lake. Beautiful lake. Was starting to feel breezy, a welcome change from near-broiling temperatures at home, 55 or so miles away.
More lake.
Light breaks through. Could’ve sworn I heard thunder. Further up the road, it did sprinkle a little.
I need to wash my car. It wouldn’t look quite so bad, except it rained just enough to leave evaporated droplets of dust.
OUCH! Yeah. I paid $15 for gas, and this is how much I got. On the trip up, I used about a half tank of gas. On the way back down, practically none. It was all downhill. Be grateful you don’t live in California. Unless you do live in California. To be fair, I got gas on the way back down in a tiny gas station in Shaver Lake. Everything there was about twice the price it should be. Most of it because, hey, you’re far from the city. And probably partly because the people who can afford to live up there can afford that gas. Me, I just needed to get back down the mountains.
Gas is about 2.50 out here, but as recently as two or three weeks ago it was only about 2.19. It just skyrocketed recently. I know you folks out in California are really paying European prices for the stuff. Reminds me of what a West Virginia congressman, Nick Rayhall, said about Bush and Cheney. He said he knew they were going to mess things up once they got into office, but he figured that if there was one thing two Texas oilmen could get right, it would be the price of gas.
Unfortunately, Bush and Cheney did get the price of gas right. Right for the wealthy owners of oil companies and right for the Saudi princes with whom the Bushes are good friends.
What a great picture of Shaver Lake–I scrolled down and was surprised by the tree roots(?) at the bottom of the picture. Kind of like a poem with a startlingly suitable ending.
Just noticed that picture taken through your windshielf. It’s like you’re looking through a thin piece of mica, or plastic of some kind. Wash your car, you slacker!
Drive more. Drink oil! Buy more SUVs.
Yeah.
Thanks to Tammy. Those are roots. I think that might be my favorite shot of that trip.
And back to Matt. Yes, I am a slacker. I will wash my car, or rather, with my laziness, cause my car to be washed after an exchange of money.
You could also have a child. Small children love to wash cars, as long as they can get wet. You can also convince them that other chores are really games, too. Never underestimate the potential benefits of child labor.
Calculated last week what the equivalent for gas is here in Belgium. Averages over $6 per gallon!!
I like the picture of the clouds best.
Tammy, I think you consider writing a poem that was inpired by the roots in the lake picture. That would be nice.
I thought those roots looked like two pairs of legs. My favorite picture of the bunch.
Gas here is running anywhere from $2.59-$2.66 at the moment. Painful to fill up the tank and be paying about $30 for it…
What happened to those days when gas was less than $1 a gallon?? Doesn’t seem like it was that terribly long ago, does it?