leaving the Hill. it takes a certain amount of determination. I only do it maybe at most, once a week. Often less. It has to do with being "presentable" to the world....as in what to wear, ie: not the same Garden clothes of days on end......and Hair. My hair is an issue. it's impossible straightness, spindliness....especially since the hot water heater broke...so washing it has become a Trip.
But i was ready. did all the things i feel compelled to do and was ready and got in the vehicle, turning the key and
nothing
it's an odd ignition....when turning off needs to be specifically and consciously aligned with the little off mark. I didn't. and the battery was dead. Whaa. so.....not remembering exactly how to jump it, i waited for Alyssia to come. We ran through the protocol and in fact, i did remember, ....eeeeeee......but the result was having to DRIVE it to juice up battery again. We, me and Minnow went. First up to Lost Horizon, the road on over above us here and slowly cruised ....all the houses there being so individual and some peculiar and how it is around here....there's NO shoulder to the road...you can't pull over...so pretty much no pics of anything. But that's not far enough so we came back down and set out up Olive Highway toward that finger of Lake Oroville and i thought of Nancy's Bridge....this one so devoid of all her Bridge IS......and the world up and behind it, burned by one of the fires...maybe 2 fires ago?....still...so stark and we cruised a while then back down and pulled into Loafer Creek but it turns out you need to get a day pass, so we just turned around and
came home.
all along Carefree, along the Rooster Swamp , the blackberries are blooming.
