Mike,

Shortly after moving from Bowie, MD to Boulder, CO, I started thinking about the differences between the two towns. Was there anything I really missed in Bowie that I’d like to go back for? No. Most of our Bowie friends have moved away, Or they already lived in other places, so there were very few people left in Bowie for us to go visit. And now we live in a place that friends and relatives go out of their way to visit. Why do they come here (aside from visiting us, that is)? Well, let me count the ways. I listed the differences between the two towns and found them so different, that they are like Bizarro worlds. Maybe not so extremely different as the worlds in DC Comic Books, but really, really different. I could list even more differences than I have in the link below, but I want to spend more time actually enjoying the differences!

Bizarro Villes

–rakkity

It was supposed to be a 200 mile loop starting at about 3 o’clock and going clockwise. At about a half hour before the official 5:15-5:45 am start they found out about a road closure due to a forest fire and ran the route backwards to the halfway point as an out-and-back. In all those miles, this is my only photo.

So California. A biodiesel car.

A whole lot of scraping and priming going on.

Will this deck be finished for the party on Saturday?

Susan arrives and we do our usual La Cantina run, this time with La Rad and family.

The moon from my deck, not a cantoloupe on black matte paper.

300mm lens with a 1.4 teleconverter

The moon from my deck, not a cantoloupe on black matte paper.

300mm lens with a 1.4 teleconverter

Diane’s mother

Diane’s niece

Photos and more Photos of our most recent camping trip to rakkity’s Grok Hill site. Matt, Robby and Joe drove up Friday afternoon after packing for all of thirty minutes. Due to a detour near the shopping center in Keene, they missed the supermarket, and instead bought provisions at a small, mostly liquor, store in Marlow. Adam and I followed Saturday afternoon, and re-provisioned at Shaw’s.

The weather was warm with plenty of rays from the sun , an equal number of mosquitoes, and only the briefest of rain showers. Most of us swam in Spoons Pond – Matt and Robby alone Friday night which always surprises me and I don’t know why.

Adam and I joined the guys Saturday night for dinner and we touched on some interesting topics which included : transsexuals (we all know why that came up), home schooling and transitioning to college, parents, and why the woods offers so much peace.

The funniest lines(paraphrased) of the trip:

Adam: How late were you up? I thought maybe 3 or 4.

Joe: We saw the sun

Matt: We saw it and ran into our tent. You know you’re up too late if you see the sun and hear some crazy-ass birds singing.

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Carjack

I parked my car
Out on the street.
I didn’t want to,
But I did.
My life was so complete,
Til my car’s hot wired
By some kid.

My car, my car is gone.
They’re probably choppin’ the car,
While I’m talkin’ to you.
Torchin’ the car,
While I’m talkin’ to you.

I’m not a guy who chases chicks.
I’m a guy who stays at home.
In my garage I get my kicks.
Me, and my car all alone,
But my car is gone.

They’re probably choppin’ the car,
While I’m talkin’ to you.

The first thing to go will be the hubcap.
Next to go, will be the radio.
Down the road will be a fat cat,
Dealin’ car parts,
This I know,
My car is gone.

They’re probably torchin’ the car,
While I’m talkin’ to you.

I had a two-toned Eldorado.
The bumpers looked like tits.
My Cadillac Eldorado’s
Now bein’ chopped into little, bitty bits,
My car… my car is gone.

Next to go, will be the drive train,
Then the dealers will call.
Have you ever had to feel the pain
Of reporting a lost vehicle?
You say,
Officer, my car is gone;
They’re probably torchin’ the car,
While I’m talkin’ to you.

How am I suppose to get to the ball game?
How am I gonna get to work?
Mass Transit is just too lame.
The whole system is run by a jerk,
And my car, my car is gone

Torch and chop,
Torch and chop,
Oh, the dread
Will never stop.

Officer, that was a two-toned Eldorado,
That’s right, it was pink and white.
No, it wasn’t a 95 model, sir…
It was a 59.
That’s right, irreplacable…

richard jarboe

Goose brings Jill to work.
Goose ties Jill to the swing.
Jill sees Mike with hose.
Jill Barks.
Mike sprays Jills.
Jill is happy.
BirdBrain is Jill’s owner.
BirdBrain sends Mike this video.
Mike forgets to post it on Tuesday.

Not a bad gig if you can get it. Working at home or in your neighborhood, with easy access to a well stocked refrigerator, tunes blaring from a nearby window and the company of longtime friends. The only sketchy parts are the high peaks. It’s good for the work crew and I know it’s good for me.