Monday, May 19, 2014

Humor on the Highway

There's a large puddle at the end of a drainage ditch by the side of route 90 in Galliver.  We drove by too fast for me to get a photo, but I could see it was only five or six feet around.  Someone stuck a sign in the puddle reading, "No Fishing, No Swimming."

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Camera Obscura

My wife and I were driving the back road into Crestview.  We made a turn onto a side road I was sure would was to the main thoroughfare.  It did, but was blocked off for an antique car show.  I won't say we're aficionados of antique cars, but we do like looking at them and saying, "They don't make them like that any more" a lot.


So we strolled the main drag (car pun intended) gawking at all the classic automobiles.  I didn't bring my camera, so I was snapping photos with my cell phone.  It was too bright to see the screen properly, so I just pointed and pressed the button.  Wouldn't you know it: in every picture, I had my fingers over the lens.

A Case of Mistaken Identity

I go for a walk almost every morning and evening.  It's good for my heart.  Today, I was strolling my usual route, when I chanced upon a stick in the middle of the road.  Two steps away from tromping on it, I realized it was not a stick, and I shouldn't be tromping anywhere near it.

A little research shows it to be a Gray Rat Snake, which apparently sounds worse than it is.  It's non-venomous, and feeds mostly on small woodland creatures.  It burrows and climbs trees, but for some reason decided to stretch out in the middle of the road.  Maybe the sand was toasty warm.

I know now that the snake is harmless, but the prudent thing at the time was to grant it a wide berth, which I did.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Hard Riding

I go for a walk around the park once or twice a day.  It keeps my blood pressure down.


Yesterday, I was strolling in the far side of the grounds when I spied about eight to ten tent, and a lot of bicycles.  Oh, and about fifteen people, too.


I strode up to one of the women (who happened to be the leader of the group) and made a joke about how the rain made all kinds of strangely-colored mushrooms spring u pp.  We chatted for a while, and I learned that this was a bicycle club from San Diego.  They were spending 58 day cycling across the country.


Cool.  Something new to add to my bucket list.