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| − | Gila Monster, SkinWalker, and "What's His Name", the Penquin? | + | [[User:Gila Monster|Gila Monster]], [[User:SkinWalker|SkinWalker]], and "What's His Name", the Penquin? |
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What day was it we went out to that place around the bend and just short of across the wash? That place between hither and yon, to the east of the road marked No Name on the Delorme map, well to the north of Why, but not quite beyond Hope; were we still even in AridZona? | What day was it we went out to that place around the bend and just short of across the wash? That place between hither and yon, to the east of the road marked No Name on the Delorme map, well to the north of Why, but not quite beyond Hope; were we still even in AridZona? | ||
| − | I'm only writing this in the Tuesday Log cos I canna remember | + | I'm only writing this in the Tuesday Log cos I canna remember ''when'' we went either. Could have been Monday. I know Wenzday I went to the food bank and Thursday was too cold to play outside ''sans ropa''. That leaves Tuesday--providing you count only this week. |
| − | But went we in any case. I | + | But went we in any case. I ''do'' remember you drove. And drove. North. And then I lost track. How did that old song go? Over the washes and through the cacti, in a cloud of dust and a hearty Hi-Ho Silverado, the GPS knows the way to carry the clay, to the place where these boots were made for walking... |
At least there were no thorns this time. Or perhaps your feet are finally calloused sufficiently. I remember you peering under that Brittle Bush looking for The Spot. Only inches away we are you said, The Spot must be right under that bush. And then there was the Petrified Frog. Right next to The Spot, frozen in the desert crust, much as a fly caught in amber, the frog that never made it to the next rain. We built a monument to honour the Struggle of The Frog and struggled home to find another Gin & Tonic. | At least there were no thorns this time. Or perhaps your feet are finally calloused sufficiently. I remember you peering under that Brittle Bush looking for The Spot. Only inches away we are you said, The Spot must be right under that bush. And then there was the Petrified Frog. Right next to The Spot, frozen in the desert crust, much as a fly caught in amber, the frog that never made it to the next rain. We built a monument to honour the Struggle of The Frog and struggled home to find another Gin & Tonic. | ||
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Latest revision as of 19:43, 18 March 2022
| Tue 20 Apr 2010 in 33,-112: 33.6616994, -112.8442336 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox |
Location
Unknown
Participants
Gila Monster, SkinWalker, and "What's His Name", the Penquin?
Plans
Expedition
What day was it we went out to that place around the bend and just short of across the wash? That place between hither and yon, to the east of the road marked No Name on the Delorme map, well to the north of Why, but not quite beyond Hope; were we still even in AridZona?
I'm only writing this in the Tuesday Log cos I canna remember when we went either. Could have been Monday. I know Wenzday I went to the food bank and Thursday was too cold to play outside sans ropa. That leaves Tuesday--providing you count only this week.
But went we in any case. I do remember you drove. And drove. North. And then I lost track. How did that old song go? Over the washes and through the cacti, in a cloud of dust and a hearty Hi-Ho Silverado, the GPS knows the way to carry the clay, to the place where these boots were made for walking...
At least there were no thorns this time. Or perhaps your feet are finally calloused sufficiently. I remember you peering under that Brittle Bush looking for The Spot. Only inches away we are you said, The Spot must be right under that bush. And then there was the Petrified Frog. Right next to The Spot, frozen in the desert crust, much as a fly caught in amber, the frog that never made it to the next rain. We built a monument to honour the Struggle of The Frog and struggled home to find another Gin & Tonic.
