I’m back from my road trip, though simply writing the word “back” after 11.5 hours in a car seat makes me wince. (Last night’s walk from the car to the house looked like a timelapse version of the Ascent of Man.)
I’ll poke around the images from my afternoon small stream trip to see if any other pictures float to the surface, though there’s no shortage of work (and rental house renovation) tasks on the to-do list.
Fortunately, the only real excitement on the drive was watching an 18-wheeler’s tire explode just in front of us; black rubber was flying everywhere, like a pipe bomb had gone off under the trailer.
We were 100 feet back but the noise still rocked the car; if I was in the car next to the trailer (like that white Ford), I’d have to get off at the next exit to scrape the car seat.
More to come from the Underground, Tom Chandler.
p.s. — My Val Atkinson interview on the CalTrout site drove the single highest traffic spike the CalTrout’s experienced. Thanks to the Undergrounders for reading it.