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The station wagon and I spent a romantic President's Day weekend in Death Valley together. Not much to it, really. She enjoyed the lightness of the 10W-15 I used instead of the standard 10W-30 ... gotta keep a girl satisfied y'know. We stayed at a free campground up in the mountains and I took $3 showers at the resort in the valley. It rained most of the time, which was weird for one of the driest places in North America.
I believe the combination of rapid shifts in altitude and crappy diet led to the horrendous, terrifying nature of my farts. Looks like I'm gonna hafta replace the driver's seat cushion. As bad as that was, NOTHING is worse than being strapped into a winter sleeping bag as the lower GI tract strives to rid the sleep environment of oxygen. My tent was basically converted into a sulfur/methane fuel-air explosive. One stray campfire spark could've devastated the campground.
Besides the drama unfolding within my asshole, it was actually one of the better trips I've taken. My mileage (1901 total) was limited by the availability of paved roads. Several were washed out by the recent storms and most others were unpaved. I managed to get a kickass hike in up towards the top of Wildrose Peak ... "towards" because I quickly lost the trail in the deep snow and managed to get close to the top but not all the way there. Snow, wind, footing, and elevation combined to keep me from summiting. The rest of the time I basically drove around and went off for walks across alluvial fans and other fabulous geological features. Death Valley is so deep that one can get the impression of being in a huge room. That's awesome. Woulda been great to have someone along, but that's the price of having students for friends. Next time I go I think I'll have to rent a truck so I can go see the cool stuff way down the dirt roads.
Oh yeah, I took some photos ... they aren't that great so I'm not gonna bother to label them.
I believe the combination of rapid shifts in altitude and crappy diet led to the horrendous, terrifying nature of my farts. Looks like I'm gonna hafta replace the driver's seat cushion. As bad as that was, NOTHING is worse than being strapped into a winter sleeping bag as the lower GI tract strives to rid the sleep environment of oxygen. My tent was basically converted into a sulfur/methane fuel-air explosive. One stray campfire spark could've devastated the campground.
Besides the drama unfolding within my asshole, it was actually one of the better trips I've taken. My mileage (1901 total) was limited by the availability of paved roads. Several were washed out by the recent storms and most others were unpaved. I managed to get a kickass hike in up towards the top of Wildrose Peak ... "towards" because I quickly lost the trail in the deep snow and managed to get close to the top but not all the way there. Snow, wind, footing, and elevation combined to keep me from summiting. The rest of the time I basically drove around and went off for walks across alluvial fans and other fabulous geological features. Death Valley is so deep that one can get the impression of being in a huge room. That's awesome. Woulda been great to have someone along, but that's the price of having students for friends. Next time I go I think I'll have to rent a truck so I can go see the cool stuff way down the dirt roads.
Oh yeah, I took some photos ... they aren't that great so I'm not gonna bother to label them.
posted by Waan at 11:49 PM
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I'll roadtrip with you someday, Warren...some glorious day. Then we'll see what kind of drama unfolds within your...well, you know.
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