DECEMBER 8, 2012
There are a number of ways to start of a really good horror
film set in nature. One plot line goes
like this: Midwestern boy drives to
remote campsite in the high desert of Southern California. Car battery immediately dies. A wild German Sheppard wanders through camp
(no, really, I swear it wasn’t my mind talking me out of having another coyote
around). And that was world I was living
in.
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| My office for the day. |
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| Santa cacti. |
Instead of getting eaten alive by the animals or killed by
the locals, it was actually a local who saved me, and, in process, remind me
what a shallow judgmental bastard I am.
The night prior I noticed a sign at the registration board that someone
hand wrote advertising fire wood delivery.
Let’s just say that they misspelled some pretty basic stuff and I took a
picture thinking I would post it here with some really witty comments making
fun. Well, waking my second of three
days spent at this site, the only hope I had up at elevation was this little
clump of about 25 homes located a mile from where I was. I waited until 9 am then walked to the tiny
neighborhood. Sure enough, a woman was in her front yard, listened to my plea
for help, and called a neighbor to give me a jump, telling me, “If you could
throw him five bucks for the effort it would mean a lot to him. He's a father of two kids and really
struggling.” The kid was in his late
twenties I’m guessing. He drove me back
to my car and had all the patience in the world in jumping my car. During our conversation I find out that he
had serious accident, is suffering from brain damage, and has some kind of
non-life threatening blood clot in his brain that prevents him from holding a
real job. So he sells firewood. I’m such an a$$h0le.
Car issues settled, I went out for a ride. It was another one of those hilly rides that
can’t be simulated in the Midwest. For
the first time in a while I not only had big hills, but good dry pavement to
hit them on. Though I am no speed junkie,
it is a pretty cool experience to keep up with the vehicle traffic going 35
miles per hour through switchbacks.
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