Into the nothin’

Ian came up yesterday. Today we finished our various chores for the day early and decided it was time to take our lives in our hands and give his Jeep a thorough shake-down. I was too busy hanging on to take many pictures…

Stopping every now and then to check on that new “that’s not supposed to happen” noise, and once to top off a spewing radiator, we reached the top of the highest mesa…

…where there’s no trouble at all deciding where you want to go next – as long as it’s down. We took a side trip on the way back to visit something I’d seen from a distance but never took the time to check out. Here and there in the nothin’ you’ll come upon somebody’s attempt at a cabin that went wrong. We found one that had gone really entertainingly wrong, and I was so spellbound by it that I never thought to take pictures. Someday I’ll go back and do it right. “Why,” I wondered aloud, “would you go to so much trouble to do something so badly?”

Over two hours in an open vehicle leaves you tired and sunburned and extremely filthy. So I am now going to heat some water, take a bath, and fall asleep over my book.