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I got into tahoe this morning about 3:30AM. I was supposed to arrive around 8pm even with some time for geocaching, but the weather was tremendously bad. As it was, I only stopped to pick up my piece in the GIANT.PUZZLE for this summer, which someone had dropped off for me behind a tree near crater lake.
It's amazing to me that someone could just drop something off for me in a forest two months before and have a reasonable expectation that I would find it, but that's the amusing part of the wilderness -- there's a lot of it and it's relatively wild, but some sections are famous with people who are in the area a lot because of relatively strange landmarks, mostly in this area man made. Like, for instance, 'the intersection with all the goddam lights in the middle of nowhere that you can see blinking from over 15 miles away on a clear night (now that's a straight damn road) or the stretches along 44 or 89 where there's for no apparent reason a number of streetlamps in the middle of nowhere, shining 100 yards of shockingly bring light usually on nothing. It also amuses me that there's a largish area of the country for which I'm getting to know these places.
So, there were storms getting here, and I ended up seriously hauling ass 89 -> 44 -> 395. It's a slower but shorter route on the map, but if it's the middle of the night on a dry, moonlit night many things are possible. Now, more dentistry. whee.
More later. Lots of thinking.
It's amazing to me that someone could just drop something off for me in a forest two months before and have a reasonable expectation that I would find it, but that's the amusing part of the wilderness -- there's a lot of it and it's relatively wild, but some sections are famous with people who are in the area a lot because of relatively strange landmarks, mostly in this area man made. Like, for instance, 'the intersection with all the goddam lights in the middle of nowhere that you can see blinking from over 15 miles away on a clear night (now that's a straight damn road) or the stretches along 44 or 89 where there's for no apparent reason a number of streetlamps in the middle of nowhere, shining 100 yards of shockingly bring light usually on nothing. It also amuses me that there's a largish area of the country for which I'm getting to know these places.
So, there were storms getting here, and I ended up seriously hauling ass 89 -> 44 -> 395. It's a slower but shorter route on the map, but if it's the middle of the night on a dry, moonlit night many things are possible. Now, more dentistry. whee.
More later. Lots of thinking.
