Mt. Baldy, a few miles to the SW, is a tad over 9,000 ft.
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Daz Rachel down der in dee valley. An' dat straight line gwan t'oadz dee mountun be duh highway.
Saturday, May 13, 2023
Historical Marker Rd
5.1 miles from Rachel, including the 1.2 miles I came up from the highway. Alien Cowpoke Gas and A'Le'Inn constitute the "town." Though it's not listed on Google Maps, I'm countin' on there being a bordello.
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Daz Rachel down der in dee valley. An' dat straight line gwan t'oadz dee mountun be duh highway.
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Daz Rachel down der in dee valley. An' dat straight line gwan t'oadz dee mountun be duh highway.
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Artificial intelligence is taking over. I prompted ChatGPT with you brief post, asking the AI tool to respond in the form of a poem:
ReplyDeleteThe response:
In a desert vast, where secrets lie,
A town emerges, under twilight sky.
Five-point-one miles from Rachel's embrace,
Where highways meet an extraterrestrial place.
I ventured forth, through barren terrain,
Traversing miles, a dusty domain.
From the highway's grip, I ascended high,
1.2 miles climbed, towards the sky.
Alien Cowpoke Gas, an enigmatic sight,
Fueling my journey, a beacon of light.
A pit stop for travelers, both strange and rare,
Where stories of visitors fill the air.
A'Le'Inn, a refuge amidst the unknown,
A place where outsiders have grown.
Within its walls, secrets may reside,
Whispers of encounters, truth yet to confide.
But amidst this peculiar abode,
A longing for something, a tale untold.
A bordello hidden, in shadows concealed,
Where desires unfold, in secrets revealed.
Though absent from maps, I hope it exists,
A sanctuary of pleasure, where souls persist.
Where passions ignite, in clandestine rendezvous,
A haven for seekers, both meek and the bold, to pursue.
So I wander forth, through alien town,
In search of the bordello, yet to be found.
For in this realm of mysteries untamed,
Perhaps a pleasure den, in disguise, is named.
In Rachel's realm, a hidden allure,
An unconventional town, where hearts endure.
In the desert's embrace, my hopes shall roam,
A bordello awaits, to make this place home.
Wonderful!! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteAnon,
ReplyDeleteActually, Rachel was a disappointment. I was out of food & water but hoped to resupply in order to go to nearby Basin & Range Ntl Monument. No such luck.
The "store" was so tiny I didn't bother and *should've* gone on past the motel-restaurant but thot there *might* be a bordello and so, at only 700' past, turned around.
The waitress and I took an immediate dislike to each other when she brusquely asked, "What can I get you?" and I rejoined with, "Food."
Two biker types were hidden - we were at the bar - by the guy next to me and as they left I turned to watch. Both were greasy and heavily tatooed. The 2nd looked like a hyena and if he'd been slavering he'd've been perfect. I left the menu on the bar and followed 'em out to see if I could start a fight but the one climbed on his Harley and drove off while hyena simply disappeared.
I wandered toward another building to see if it might be the house of pleasure and was broadsided with, "May I help you?" from a slovenly female at a nearby picnic table. My standard reply to this clichéd inquiry is "Can you do lobotomies?" She claimed she did 'em for fun so I wandered over and invited her to have a go. She just sat there and watched, for a minute or so, a shirtless youth paint a mural (he lacked talent) then returned to her phone. There was a stringy guy who said the bordello, Martha's Cathouse or some such, was on the highway between Las Vegas & Reno...a long drive that was too far.
After a few more minutes of boredom I thanked them both and left. No food...no water...no cats. The whole thing was a total waste of 30 minutes I could've better spent trimming my toenails.
Anon,
ReplyDeleteYou may find this post
https://newmexnomad.blogspot.com/2021/07/when-moneys-no-object.html?m=1
of interest and its link to Dan Hillis.