At 7:30 AM, it's already in the 90's. Scottie's out working on the drive "before it gets hot". Ha, I say, Ha,ha.
We are going to be getting the driveway fixed soon, but it had gotten so bad we could barely get up it in my little car, so The Man has elected to do some hand work as yet another temporary fix. I'm staying in the a.c.


You can see one of the water flumes in this picture. Those were built decades ago and run for miles and miles. I simply can't imagine how tough the men and women who populated this area had to be! We drove up to Mineral King on the 4th. 25 miles and 90 minutes. Very winding and steep. And that road was built back in the days of mining by mules way before all the heavy equipment we now have.
I love the topography here! Maybe it's my mid-western upbringing. The hills we thought were big would not qualify as foothills here. I find such majesty in the mountains.


I look around and wonder how I got here. I think I have a bit of gypsy blood. It's funny how some of my old high school friends (and some of my family) get a bit away from "home" and can't wait to get back. I get out there and want to go further, see more, learn more, do more. So, here I am. Illinois to Mississippi, back to Illinois, to San Diego, to New Mexico and now to Three Rivers, CA. And, within those several smaller moves - farm to Peoria, to Brimfield, top of the mountain in NM to the Ranch, etc. I met a gal once who, when I asked here where "home" was replied, "an airplane seat." I'm not quite that extreme, but I do get itchy and start to feel stagnant. But, I'm hoping, not promising just hoping, that this is IT. If I'm to move again it will require major downsizing. This hauling crap from one home to the next is exhausting! I'll need to be like Mr. Turtle, moving slowly and carrying my home on my back.
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