So the day after the pad was poured and put to bed we
[me and the dogs]
scraped the ice off the windshield
and took a 170 mile round-trip for an avocado
[about the time I was crossing the border into California realizing the Empire Store might be a viable alternative for produce, but having no way to check took the extra hundred miles as insurance; It’s a nice drive, anyway, if one likes that sort of thing].
Before Alturas, where they are eagerly anticipating the annual “Guns and Hoses” benefit basketball shootout between the CHP and the fire department,
I stopped in Cedarville discovering
it was already much colder there.
Page’s Market, just down the street from the coffin maker [“Live like a cowboy, leave like a cowboy”] who’s set up shop next door to Michael Sykes’ Floating Island Books [background left, which didn’t look to be open], had the avo, and though I really should have checked the bookstore opted for coffee instead of coffins and fled
south into the sun to the bottom of Surprise Valley, to Nevada, across Duck Flat,
over a haunch of the Buffalo Hills,
down to Smoke Creek, the Desert,
Smoke Creek [even if the googlidiots can’t find it], the Road
and home for lunch, on the porch.
Quiet afternoon…
Friday…
Twisto brought out my seeds from Comstock as well as word that the Empire Store, under new management, now stocks all the fresh groceries one might ever want, sixty miles closer than C-ville plus I coulda checked the mail…and wandered out the Jungo Road a bit for an Adventure if so inclined.
Saturday…
Saturday Keith was back to finish off the cleanup,
departing with my first trailer, the 1957 Aljo from Winnemucca, in partial payment for
900 square feet of concrete
somewhat sullied by dogs’ feet.
Sun down, sun up, and away by nine…
over Sand Pass at the bottom of the Desert
Doyle by a bit past ten and then
pavement
with its weird Sunday iterations across the valley to Benicia, chill and grey,
where ensue various adventures leading into a Monday investigation of the watery front…and the Home.
Oh well, hey.
More, after that, of the usual…and unusual.
M
Just nosin’ around…
Just one avocado?
Actually I needed tortillas and a green pepper, also.
It looks cold! But the water is back?
Well the water WAS back, sort of, but I heard from the engineer today and some strange anomalies have occurred since Sunday…hopes dashed eternally…
That was an expensive avocado, glad it didn’t freeze on the ride back to Wall!
Nonetheless, it was well worth the drive for the photos along the way.
Must have been one helluva’ avocado.
I like the shot of the mostly-paved-over paint on roadway: xxOP Oh well, too late.
Yes, I too hope that avo was worth it….but the light and scenery was worth it for me!
Espresso in Cedarville? What has this country come to?
Nice drive.
Nice puffy blue quilt in the sky.
F
If you think having espresso’s anomalous you should check out Michael Sykes’ Floating Island Bookstore next to the coffin maker… wonderful place!