So this morning Tobie and I ventured into the now-merely-damp wash for our morning walkie.
I was happy that the wash flooded, because after too many years dry it becomes difficult to navigate. After a good run the sand is smoother and harder for a while. But having now flooded, it’s welcome to not do it again for a while because you never quite know what you’re going to find after a flood. I’m happy to report that the rifle range is undamaged…
…though water did come right to the backstop and I’ll need to replace the 25-yard range marker because that’s always in the main channel and usually gets washed away.
As expected, our favorite path up the bank toward Landlady’s place is now too vertical and deep to use for a while…
…but that was okay. There was bound to be another upstream left unmolested by the fastest part of the flow. And so there was. But as I was fiddling about, Tobie found a rock that wasn’t a rock…
Thanks to Generous Reader MM Tobie is familiar with the concept of “cow femur,” and he strongly approves. In fact…
Hopefully Jolly Rancher does not see teeth marks on that cow femur and decide it must have been the cause for the critter’s death…
🙂 Can’t see it as a problem. That particular cow has been dead far longer than Tobie has been alive.
Good thing you were not down in that wash area during the storm, that is one swift bit of rushing water.
Always remember the newspapers back when I lived in Glendale, mentioning campers (city idiots) that were camping on the nice flat sand of a dry wash, until it rained.Usually a few dead every year.
Did you get the lower bits glued onto the rear hatch glass?
Take care and a scratch behind the ears for Toby.
Yeah, the rear hatch is completely fixed and the rear of the Jeep is staying dry now. Thanks!
Also yeah, there’s a time to stay the hell away from doing anything time-consuming in the wash. This time of year you really want to consider whether you’re on the right side of the wash when it’s raining anywhere near you, since the floods come past here but of course they don’t originate here. And if you hear a noise like a train where there obviously is no train, get the hell away from the wash.
1. How are D and L. 2. How are the goat people. And 3. Update on pear tree please
1. D&L are the same as usual. L has two more chemo sessions, after which I hope she’ll start feeling better.
2. ‘The goat people’ – oddly enough that’s kind of their unofficial name in the neighborhood as well. They’re fine. I could tell stories but I’m not going to, because they wouldn’t like it. For example I could mention that I’ve been reloading for two lately … but I won’t.
3. The pears continue to mature. I’m keeping an eye on the situation. They won’t be big and they won’t be soft and they won’t be tasty. But unless I get a new bug infestation they’ll be pears.