At first light the ground shook and something was approaching fast through the trees. The rumble got louder and more vicious until finally, as we gained consciousness and contemplated darting from our sleeping bags, we could tell it was something mechanical and gas-driven. Just to make things more dramatic a freight train began passing somewhere deep in the woods. A massive logging vehicle came into sight, heading down the dirt road way faster than I'd have thought possible, with menacing faded yellow pincers leading the way. It passed like a post-industrial crazed elephant, then everything went back to surreal silence, and we went back to sleep. Every 30 minutes or so another strange vehicle shot by, I'm kicking myself for not having my camera.
We went and grabbed Vangie, she was fully cured (want to know what was wrong with her?), and we drove down an outrageously rutted dirt road to an outrageous alpine lake.
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------- wow ------- Is that a GPS on the dashboard? ------- Rattling down the road. Payaso slips out to figure out which ditch is the shallowest. Wrybread maneuvers along the terrain, praying that the Donner triangle doesn't extend out this far. Turns out it doesn't. ------- Now you see him, now you . . . ------- www.newspoetry.com ------- I'm getting dizzy! ------- Is that an altoids tin on the dash, you know the cops always want to look in the altoids tin. "Go on try one sir, there curiously strong... " ------- Lakes are beautiful. So are the souls who visit and feel kindship with them. ------- With the luck you've had so far on this trip, it's surprising you weren't run over by the train. Or was that a bus? (Does Amtrak run logging equipment too?) ------- what was wrong with vangie? Squirrel got out? ------- DON'T GO THERE ------- |
