cyaluminus

So this Saturday afternoon I fly away from the sun.

I'm off to the Canadian shores of Lake Huron where I will hopefully get some tan, get some laid, and get some relaxed.

I spent two days driving around the northern half of the district delivering 4' by 8' signs. I was undercover, in a giant red Suburban with no radio and no AC. Much of the time I was up in the mountains, though, so that was nice. Kept the heat from being too oppressive.

I wished I'd had my camera when I rolled over Sherman Pass. There was a massive (21,000+ acres) forest fire up there a few decades back, and the area's recovering pretty nicely. Not to mention the incredible view to the east from up there. It really feels like Middle Earth up there. Especially in winter. I felt like I should have been just barely able to sense a lurking fiery evil deep in the bowels of the sealed Dwarfish mines below the bedrock of the mountain's bones.

Speaking of Middle Earthy things, there was also, as I descended into Okanogan Valley, an incredible volume of smoke. I suppose it must really be summer, because eastern Washington's on fire.

I'll have more when there's more to give.