Feeling Sheepish

Well, while many parts of the country are seeing Autumn come in with cold nights and frosty mornings, we in So Cal are still in the 90s and hoping for a feeling of Fall.  It really does not begin till October-ish, but the other morning did offer us a deep marine layer (fog or low clouds) and right about 50 degree temps and misty-ness.  Now in the Midwest that would be tank top weather, but here, well, it is an excuse to break out the wool.  Now I really did not need the wool, but it felt good to wear it anyway and pretend.  And maybe, just maybe, the donning of spun animal fur will encourage the onset of Fall.

Ya never know.

Sheep's clothing courtesy of Buff Headwraps, EWR jersey, Ibex 3/4 bibs, and Swiftwick socks.

Make it an even dozen?

The rattlesnake count goes to eleven.  This must be Texas.

The things you see...

...when you are on the road.

Brothels, legal ones.  I find the whole idea both odd and disgusting all at the same time.  The whole concept of pulling into a parking lot, walking in, and pulling out the VISA card to pay for jolly time, then going on your way....well, that is just bizarre to me.  However, there were always cars in the lot.  Wonder if they would like their pictures on the net?  Likely not. 

John 3:20

New International Version (NIV)

²⁰ Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. 

 
But if that is not enough, there is always a museum for the kids.  Yes, there was a tour bus there and tourists.  Amazing.  But not quite as much as the transvestite hooker on the hotel elevator in Vegas.  Imagine Nicolas Cage in a dress and wig.  Oh yeah.

So with that, I will leave you and leave the road trip with this pic that has to be the best sign for the Ladies Room that I have ever seen.  Beatty, Nevada, you crack me up.

The Lonely Road

I am drawn to them like moths to flame.  I see them, winding off valley floors into hidden canyons and high mountain passes.  Often just barely there, suitable for horse drawn wagon, foot travel or a good bike, they seem to ring back through time with the sounds of jangling team harnesses, mining rigs, lumberjacks.

Lonely roads.  They inspire me and intrigue me.  I want to go there, wherever 'there' is.  Let them take me on a journey that few others bother with now in our modern and fast paced lives.  Sadly, I am all too often one of those hamsters on the spinning wheel of life.  Lonely roads require time and a conscious disconnect from the tyranny of the urgent.

We need lonely roads and unseen places that call to us, if not in our lives, at least in our imaginations.