…the worst thing that can happen is that you catch it.
This little channel is a short cut the wash cut for itself, probably many many years ago. It has the advantage of shaving hundreds of yards off the trip between the Lair and anywhere else upstream. It has the disadvantage of filling with exciting, tire-stressing rocks every time there’s a flood. So I stop every now and then and move those rocks that stiff old Joel can move. I just get my fingers underneath and give a heave – if it won’t move, I try to route around it. If it will, I shove it off to the side.
Once in a while, though, I get more than I wanted. This one wasn’t as deep under the sand as I thought, so it went upright fairly easily. Which, alas, meant I had to move it. It wasn’t actually all that in the way, before I fixed it. 🙁
But where there’s a will – and no real choice – there’s a way. I eventually got it horsed up out of the way. Be careful what you wish for, I guess…
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Observing your terrain, it occurs to me that your Jeep is one of the few that actually gets used in “low range” relatively frequently. True?
Not all that often, though it does happen.
But how often does it get put into two wheel drive?
Since I need to be in 4X4 just to leave my driveway, there’s rarely a day when it doesn’t go four-by. But fuel mileage is better in two-by, so that’s where it spends most of its drive time.