On A Lake
Saturday. Up in the morning, out on the road (by 7:30) with the usual crew heading for Bodie, a ghost town not all that far from Mono Lake situated at the tag end of a less than wonderful road, the last three miles of which were gravel and dust. Lots of gravel and dust. But it was interesting. The folks I'm with, Mr. E, Mr. H and Mr. M, had set the itinerary, all of them having visited these places before. I, a resident of the San Francisco Bay area for almost forty years have yet to venture out into these mountains (Bodie is sitting at some 8,300 feet in altitude, the air thinner than I'm accustomed to I noticed as I was puffing my way along dragging a camera). Interesting. No, really, it is. I'm smiling.
I did learn two things today I hadn't known before: by clicking the unlock button on my Honda key two or three times instead of just once it opens both the driver's door and the passenger door, not to mention the trunk instead of just the driver's door; and two, my laptop has all kinds of slots in it that take various sized camera cards including the card used in my Nikons. This getting out of your Zip code has unanticipated advantages. Again, as I said: so far, so good.
It is now close to nine in the evening having had dinner at a funky bar here on Mono Lake along with a few beverages and I am thinking I'm ready for bed. Yes I am, here on a lake, in California.