La Verde Silla
Thoughts of hitting rock bottom eschewed their minds as soon as I reclined in the unreclinable chair. It buckled for several reasons although unimportant, and as I lay on the ground looking up, I saw laughter along with faces of disgust and unutterable contempt. I probably should have stayed right there and slumbered amidst the grass, dirt and all of Gaia's exoskeletal creatures. And those little creatures would have feasted, but The Sheriff came out and told me I wasn't welcome here no more.
Seguir Tormenta
Morning came and phones rang. We'd gathered and made a parking lot, not allowing: any visitors and those who remained inside to leave. A small gathering it was, but anything more would have been unfeasible for this trip, for I did not know where I was going and they would have surely gotten lost amidst the illogical turns and stops. A diner, a car wash performed by high schoolers in lieu of machines (for the sake of ?) , a stop to get a chair (unfortunately not a green one), a stop for cancer sticks, a yard sale wherein I bought a bike rack and Santa threw in a free bag, a house where those walking up are being watched on a crude surveillance system, and finally off to chase to thunder-heads for a light show in some desert oasis that didn't exist just because we'd tried without asking someone where to find it.
The freeway drive was at first horrendous due to the incompetence & inconsideration of merging drivers but that changed quickly once past "The worst interchange in the world". The highway was clear, we shot east, and the cotton clouds exploding atop the crest looked inviting. Most may have driven the other way and sought refuge in the pacific but this going to be an adventure and I didn't have a tingle of fear that it would be anything but. The easterly drive changed the moment my mind decided to abandon the desert for the beauty of pine and healthy air, rather then face that arid environment, the new plan seemed to manifest faster than I could verbalize it.
Bota de Remos
Up highway 18 we dashed through the four lane road, ascending rapidly though under the speed limit, the ol' cutoff was spotted and we were close. Winding through the town, it was sparsely populated with pedestrians on the shoulder. We had arrived at our first stop and loaded up on the necessities that might make our time slightly more enjoyable; a six pack of Mexican soda, pint of golden rum, h20, pomegranate juice, a nifty green sipper cup, two citrus fruits and that stuff that helps your skin from getting red. The book bag was packed with everything we needed. Aside from the lemon and lime we had it all; refuge from the intense heat of the Inland Empire and willing souls.
Two or so miles after we had taken the Crestline cutoff, we had found our oasis. It was filled to the brim from the past seasons almost record rainfall. The lake not big enough for petrol powered machines was the destination and the local government has been kind enough to provide facilities to enjoy.
Ganador es Perdedor y Perdedor es Ganador
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Thoughts of hitting rock bottom eschewed their minds as soon as I reclined in the unreclinable chair. It buckled for several reasons although unimportant, and as I lay on the ground looking up, I saw laughter along with faces of disgust and unutterable contempt. I probably should have stayed right there and slumbered amidst the grass, dirt and all of Gaia's exoskeletal creatures. And those little creatures would have feasted, but The Sheriff came out and told me I wasn't welcome here no more.
Seguir Tormenta
Morning came and phones rang. We'd gathered and made a parking lot, not allowing: any visitors and those who remained inside to leave. A small gathering it was, but anything more would have been unfeasible for this trip, for I did not know where I was going and they would have surely gotten lost amidst the illogical turns and stops. A diner, a car wash performed by high schoolers in lieu of machines (for the sake of ?) , a stop to get a chair (unfortunately not a green one), a stop for cancer sticks, a yard sale wherein I bought a bike rack and Santa threw in a free bag, a house where those walking up are being watched on a crude surveillance system, and finally off to chase to thunder-heads for a light show in some desert oasis that didn't exist just because we'd tried without asking someone where to find it.
The freeway drive was at first horrendous due to the incompetence & inconsideration of merging drivers but that changed quickly once past "The worst interchange in the world". The highway was clear, we shot east, and the cotton clouds exploding atop the crest looked inviting. Most may have driven the other way and sought refuge in the pacific but this going to be an adventure and I didn't have a tingle of fear that it would be anything but. The easterly drive changed the moment my mind decided to abandon the desert for the beauty of pine and healthy air, rather then face that arid environment, the new plan seemed to manifest faster than I could verbalize it.
Bota de Remos
Up highway 18 we dashed through the four lane road, ascending rapidly though under the speed limit, the ol' cutoff was spotted and we were close. Winding through the town, it was sparsely populated with pedestrians on the shoulder. We had arrived at our first stop and loaded up on the necessities that might make our time slightly more enjoyable; a six pack of Mexican soda, pint of golden rum, h20, pomegranate juice, a nifty green sipper cup, two citrus fruits and that stuff that helps your skin from getting red. The book bag was packed with everything we needed. Aside from the lemon and lime we had it all; refuge from the intense heat of the Inland Empire and willing souls.
Two or so miles after we had taken the Crestline cutoff, we had found our oasis. It was filled to the brim from the past seasons almost record rainfall. The lake not big enough for petrol powered machines was the destination and the local government has been kind enough to provide facilities to enjoy.
Ganador es Perdedor y Perdedor es Ganador
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