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Honeymoon!
Jul. 24th, 2008 09:31 pmAs I mentioned below, these images will not be as nice as the others, because they are not of me and Daniel. Instead, they are culled from various websites of hiking trail and botanical information, with nary a ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
philena or a Mr. Philena to be seen. But we had a nice time, so the proper thing to do is brag to the internet about it.
The first section of our trip was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad drive to Ashland. It was all those adjectives because we were going up Highway 5 through the central valley of California, at the beginning of what turned out to be a week-long, killer heat wave, in a car that we discovered did not possess working air conditioning. Daniel told me that he had always assumed that the "MAX AC" setting on the air simply meant a slightly stronger fan, and it took several dozen miles of blasting hot air before he realized that an AC should make the car cool instead of merely windy. It was nightmarish, but we finally stopped for lunch at Castle Crags State Park and sat by a lovely, shady, cool stream,* and the scenery was pretty fabulous. We had actually driven right by it on the way back from Ashland last year, but if you're going south instead of north, you can't see the ( castle crags )
*By cool, we are probably talking roughly 80-85 degrees.
**Especially for women and children, the newspapers kept reminding us
***I will also add that we stopped in Crescent City to get camping food, and while we were there we went to the Les Schwab that helped us last year after our tire problems to give the manager a cake. When we told him who we were, he said at first, "Oh, yes--the Subaru!" We said no, and explained what he had done before giving him the cake, and he smiled and thanked us and we left, but now I really want to know what happened with this Subaru he referred to.
****Google images is not that helpful for "Fern that's kind of wiry and has needle-like leaves instead of leafy leaves. But it's definitely still a fern."suddenleap, maybe you can do something about this.
*****It was hard to get the bag on the tree branch, because out of reach for a bear is pretty much out of reach for us as well. We used a long stick to guide the rope of the bag onto the hook, but even then the added length of the rope plus the length of the bag, plus the fact that the hook was probably not the full recommended ten feet up, meant that any bear half-way interested in putting out some effort might have easily had our stash. Fortunately, there were either no bears or only lazy ones around, because the sack was unmolested in the morning. The dried pasta we had spilled while cooking our dinner, however, had mysteriously disappeared.
******It was so cute. It was basking in the sun and kept turning over as we slowly drifted past, and you could hear harrumphing and slapping its blubbery sides as it turned over on one side so slowly and awkwardly with only little flippers to help position it that by the time it had gotten into position it was time to turn back again.
philena or a Mr. Philena to be seen. But we had a nice time, so the proper thing to do is brag to the internet about it.The first section of our trip was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad drive to Ashland. It was all those adjectives because we were going up Highway 5 through the central valley of California, at the beginning of what turned out to be a week-long, killer heat wave, in a car that we discovered did not possess working air conditioning. Daniel told me that he had always assumed that the "MAX AC" setting on the air simply meant a slightly stronger fan, and it took several dozen miles of blasting hot air before he realized that an AC should make the car cool instead of merely windy. It was nightmarish, but we finally stopped for lunch at Castle Crags State Park and sat by a lovely, shady, cool stream,* and the scenery was pretty fabulous. We had actually driven right by it on the way back from Ashland last year, but if you're going south instead of north, you can't see the ( castle crags )
*By cool, we are probably talking roughly 80-85 degrees.
**Especially for women and children, the newspapers kept reminding us
***I will also add that we stopped in Crescent City to get camping food, and while we were there we went to the Les Schwab that helped us last year after our tire problems to give the manager a cake. When we told him who we were, he said at first, "Oh, yes--the Subaru!" We said no, and explained what he had done before giving him the cake, and he smiled and thanked us and we left, but now I really want to know what happened with this Subaru he referred to.
****Google images is not that helpful for "Fern that's kind of wiry and has needle-like leaves instead of leafy leaves. But it's definitely still a fern."
suddenleap, maybe you can do something about this.*****It was hard to get the bag on the tree branch, because out of reach for a bear is pretty much out of reach for us as well. We used a long stick to guide the rope of the bag onto the hook, but even then the added length of the rope plus the length of the bag, plus the fact that the hook was probably not the full recommended ten feet up, meant that any bear half-way interested in putting out some effort might have easily had our stash. Fortunately, there were either no bears or only lazy ones around, because the sack was unmolested in the morning. The dried pasta we had spilled while cooking our dinner, however, had mysteriously disappeared.
******It was so cute. It was basking in the sun and kept turning over as we slowly drifted past, and you could hear harrumphing and slapping its blubbery sides as it turned over on one side so slowly and awkwardly with only little flippers to help position it that by the time it had gotten into position it was time to turn back again.