…Wednesday went, first thing, to around the block with the dogs,
first thing being requisite for being up and about in time for Alfredo to load out “Glimmer” for powder-coating,
…followed by inserting three sets of flatfiles into the two pickups and yet another morning, Thursday…
All the while, with sporadic persistence, chipping [or dissolving] away at the rust on the summer hood, first freeing up the sidepanel hinges and then, with repeated applications of Liquid Wrench,
… the right and finally the left latching mechanisms in between laundrying, sorting, packing and loading [none shown].
Getting the hood functional, though tedious [or maybe because of being tedious] was a curiously rewarding project…as was, on the eve of departure, our first barbecue/dinner out of the year. But woke Friday occluded and late,
and despite getting off at 10:30, stayed that way…traffic, rest stops, gas at Hallelujah Junction where after decanting coffee into a travel mug I left it on the pump, not discovering its absence until halfway to Doyle…
Lunch at Sand Pass sans coffee, Smoke Creek around 3:15
and reached the gate just behind L., who’d gone up the pavement via the Gerlach P.O….well, last time I was just ahead of her. But, still, pretty weird.
So unto sunset, barbecued lamb, and a drastic drop in temperature soon after.
Saturday was social, with Brooklyn and the baby;
also the last day of ‘winter’; first greens evident, including the lethal young greasewood…
…plus a friend out from Truckee for lunch, conversation and forced labor, moving Linda’s “benches” to the shore of the upper pond;
after which we took the skinheads bowling…
Then a cloudy Sunday, tending towards wind, dust, splats of rain…
…and finally, right at the last minute,
sunlight to week’s ending…
Ending, here.
M
Ah…..did our bocce addition get you into the skinhead bowling league?
OK, if you and L meet at the gate a THIRD time (one via Sand Pass, one via PO Box in Gerlach), then it’s going to be really spooky.
Have fun “out there”!
The aforementioned rusty hood is on the ratrod, right?