I was leafing though the photo albums, looking for something special for the 2010 Firecloud Calendar.
When I got to the Death Valley stuff, I realized that at least one might rate the June cover page.
We drove though last June on the way to the California Redwoods,
The RV dash air-conditioner was kaput again, but the midday temperatures of 110 degrees did not bother us.
We saw some Chevy Volts out on a desert test drive. Actually, they were "mules" with the volt drive train in a Cavalier body.
The Death Valley National Park is a strange and oddly lovely place.
No Zombies here.
It's a worthless, blasted place except for the Borax.
Still, it has it's own strange beauty.
I drove 200 miles to see Mom today. We walked about two miles in a park and then had lunch at Chili's. We had tortillas soup and half a turkey sandwich. I ordered a margarita and they brought me two in accordance with their 24/7 happy hour policy.
גַּ֤ם כִּֽי־אֵלֵ֨ךְ בְּגֵ֪יא צַלְמָ֡וֶת לֹא־אִ֘ירָ֤א רָ֗ע כִּי־אַתָּ֥ה עִמָּדִ֑י שִׁבְטְךָ֥ וּ֝מִשְׁעַנְתֶּ֗ךָ הֵ֣מָּה יְנַֽחֲמֻֽנִי׃
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.