Some years ago, back when I could amble to the tops of hills, I discovered an amazing echo. Like the Lost Dutchman Mine, I've not been able to find it again, but I've kept trying.
This attempt had me closely scrutinizing the topo map to see where it might be. But standing in the road looking up, I had to acknowledge my days of ambling "uphill" are over.
It's a bit of a trek from Douglas to the National Forest and whoever owns the land is adamant about keeping people off; it's posted all along the 10 miles or so.
I camped next to a corral -- in the National Forest -- only to have the rancher appear, on his side-by-side, out of the dark. We exchanged pleasantries though it took a few seconds to assimilate his pronunciation of "water," which, when I asked, he clarified with, "a pipeline." He'd been unsuccessful at repairing a tank's plumbing and commented that the store was two hours away. After expressing my sympathy, we bid each good evening.
In the morning I noticed anothor of the odd lugnuts. Without the means to remove it and being out of range of roadside assistance, I, like the rancher, had no choice but to return to town.
Mr. Tadeo explained how these odd nuts have a cover that sometimes falls off when subjected to the torque of a pnuematic wrench. I 'splained how "I didn't do it!" in my best 8-year-old voice and as with the whole car, I got taken to the cleaners.
I found Joey's cat in an alley. I've always enjoyed alleys and went down this one to get to The Blueberry Cafe.
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