Trip: May 14

This where the trip starts.  Our house is in the trees on the right side of the canyon, on the cliff edge.  Can't actually see it in this shot.  Like the neighborhood, though.

Note the wondrous omelet Pat made Carl to start the trek.  The yellow things are not bugs.  They are earplugs.  Around my neck, not on the plate!  Damn, people!

I think Pat's IPhone makes me look fat.  This isn't the first time.

Fifteen seconds later, Carl is off!  Note he is driving past the trash.  Coincidence?  I think not.

(I refer to myself in third person.  Hey!  It worked for Caesar.  'Course, his wife's IPhone didn't make him look fat.)

Well, it was a very good day.  Went 510 miles, about 70 more than I'd planned.  The great news is MY POSTERIOR DIDN 'T HURT.  I was actually quite worried about this.  In the halcyon days of my youth, (see blog wallpaper) I'd routinely do 800, 900 mile days.  But now?  Well, like I said, I was worried.  Not that it was pain free - my mid back hurt, but this is just tightness that has been going on for five or six days.  With stretches, it will go away.

Now, even a mere 510 miles can get boring unless you play games and watch for random weirdness.  The best random weirdness today came fairly early in the trip.  I passed a flatbed vehicle hauler with three beat up Kubota mini trucks and a shiny new Porsche.  When the weird fades, you play games.  There is the old standby license plate game, but I vary it with an even better one.  My daughter, Kat, taught it to me.  She learned it from a close friend who, as I understand it, learned it from her mother.  Anyway, you look for motor homes.  They all have various names emblazoned on them.  Just put the word 'Anal' in front of the name.  Today's winner was "Anal Sportsmaster."  You should play this with your friends.  The name game, I mean.

Enough.  A hot shower calls.