Yes--we're on the road again. In spite of swearing NEVER, EVER to go to Death Valley during a spring break again, we're going to try it once more. Just us and ten thousand college students communing with nature. Harumph!But the healing lure of the desert is stronger than any aversion to crowds. The hills beckon.
With the Minnie leading and me following in the Jeep--and getting 20 mpg--we headed south. I'm in high spirits having turned on every light inside and outside the house last night at 8:30pm. If any house were visible from space, ours was! So much for leaving a big carbon footprint--I hope ours was a whopper. As they say, take your empty symbolic gesture and something about a severe absence of global warming and a horse.
The drive down the I-5 was typical if not slightly less crowded than usual. I heard about the 'Twitchiker' and couldn't help thinking what his new bride of 4 days thought when he headed out for the farthest point from his home. But he did it and one does sympathize with a fellow blogger.
There was a certain irony to hear Ol' Buck twangin' away "You don't know me but you don't like me" as we gassed up in Bakersfield. It's much the same. I did notice that many of the beautiful rose fields in Wasco have been scrapped and are now planted with grapes. That was sad--it was one of the few beautiful sights in the Bako area.
So now we spend the night once again at the great Orange Grove RV park and tomorrow head for the hills. Snakes are out so the dogs will be kenneled. Mr. T is even now out stocking up with tonic water and a few RV supplies. I will try to blog from the small internet room at Stovepipe Wells. In the meantime, ponder what it means that the current president, according to World Net Daily, is recruiting Moslems for positions in his administration. Would one have been allowed to recruit Baptists? We are doomed.
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