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<\/a><\/p>\nbut then<\/p>\n not…<\/p>\n as come Thursday when I made a last trip North<\/p>\n it was again<\/p>\n Beginning Warming.<\/p>\n Eagleville as ever, 299 west<\/p>\n to Alturas where they, some they, were rallying around vintage vehicles, some restored some<\/p>\n seemingly original. I made the usual rounds; hardware, auto supplies, market, back over<\/p>\n Cedar Pass to Rabbit Traxx and a pleasant visit with Michael Sykes<\/a> before,<\/p>\n southeast of Duck Flat, another Road Not [heretofore] Taken, initially into chalky white country<\/p>\n that might have been how Dave and I first entered Duck Valley in October 1973* a month<\/p>\n before Bryan was born…maybe.\u00a0 Further in the roads reddened, wandered through nameless low hills past a distant single antelope in increasing heat, perhaps passed Chicken or Coyote<\/p>\n Springs [only vaguely cognizant of where one might have been for lunch though<\/p>\n there\u00a0there was cell service] but nonetheless eventually arrived back on 447 exactly<\/p>\n as anticipated and south where it was 89 at the pass and 98 at 2:20 at home.<\/p>\n Friday continued warm,<\/p>\n Great Basin Wild Rye higher than a desert eye, desert glare there and<\/p>\n an afternoon unduly hot, the first of several…<\/p>\n After a crab cloud sunset Saturday brought more heat, a day made memorable thanks to<\/p>\n a visitation from Parker and Peter Stremmel<\/a> of Reno City, both seemingly sincerely<\/p>\n blown away by not only all the work as expected but, as neither of them had been so far out of town in this direction, ever, the landscape and ambiance even more so.<\/p>\n We finished up with a warmish tour of Storm Queen,<\/p>\n the perfect conclusion. A good time was had by all…<\/p>\n Sunday son Bryan came down through Oregon from Washington<\/p>\n on every obscure Forest Service Road he could find just so Monday I could borrow Dave’s<\/p>\n trailer and torment us by taking three loads to the burn pile before dropping it<\/p>\n back with a pause at the Parker Ranch bathing tank<\/a>, a welcome relief on a day<\/p>\n too warm to eat out, warm<\/p>\n enough to render the evening walk necessarily local…not necessarily a bad thing, just not much<\/p>\n exercise.<\/p>\n Tuesday, cooler and promising moreso, I again enlisted B’s help to return Dave’s “portable”<\/p>\n A\/C to the upstairs bedroom at Parker wherein he decided he could maybe live in the country<\/p>\n after all even if a scene like ours was a little too furry** for him.\u00a0 Although the quesadillas<\/p>\n still seemed ok he nonetheless left,<\/p>\n heading down the desert, around the lake,<\/a> on to Minden and eventually that foggy City<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n