…with a twist, or, actually, not.  Just another Blue Benicia Morning with the Inventory Bird*

to leave behind for, after an uneventfully dry drive over the hill, Verdi [pron. “vur-die”],

Wadsworth

and 447 north**

through Nixon to the usual lunch stop at the Limbo Turn.

Then it was Gerlach, more less substantial pavement to

the former CR33 to Wall Spring*** where L. arrived somewhat later****and later still

Scott pulled in which, thanks to Daylight Savings,

allowed us to mostly unload***** before dinner.

Wednesday, 22 and clear, saw the rest of the load, 2D stuff but weighty, into the repo after a pre-breakfast trip to Dave’s to retrieve our critter spray, and the new gas grill out of the Tacoma

and onto the east porch. Around 10:30 Scott, subsequently delayed by herds of sheep passing

through Gerlach, was down the road, leaving us to wait on the day’s warming so I could

unload twenty paintings from Tundra to Repo before, somewhat depleted,

we made our evening walk to the chairs.

A dry March on the desert, surprised

…or something.

 

*So called because its elaborate vocalizations sound like it’s counting and naming everything in sight.

**Wiki thinks 447 ends at Gerlach but Google and the mileage markers imply it continues to the Cali border, bottom end of Surprise Valley.

***to unload the week’s groceries and sundries. Do not confuse Google’s “Surprise Valley Road” with anything other than another Google misapprehension; Surprise Valley’s eighty or so miles away. In California.

****to unload her week’s sundries and put away the groceries.

*****the half dozen sculptures anyway.