Also in which Sundry and Hydra never make it to Hydra's birthday lunch in Indepedence, opting to have their Tahoe slowly lose power and die in a red zone at the edge of Lone Pine, CA. Pop. 1665, elevation 3733.We met a nice man who stopped to see if he could help. And a nice sheriff who looked about 26 years old checked to make sure we were okay while we waited for the AAA tow back to the garage we'd already talked to.
They'd have to do a bunch of work, and they were about to close until Monday. I don't want to go into the gory details of the difficult conversations with the angry mechanic, who is the only mechanic in town, who everyone says overcharges.
Also in which we find out how a photographer entertains herself while waiting for a tow.This is outside one of the public buildings in Lone Pine, across from the film museum. You're instructed to look through the pipe to see Mount Whitney on a clear day.
See it?
View of Mount Whitney on a cloudy day.
We heard several people look through this and laugh as we sat there...waiting.
Dee dee dum. Oh, look at the cool thing that has fallen from the tree overhead!
Our ride arrives.
We are simultaneously thrilled and frightened to find that we have to ride inside the Tahoe while it's being transported on the back of the truck!
We've never been down this road before! (Neither has the Joy Luck Duck, seen here hanging on for dear life.
Hydra waves like the queen as we are carried past the homes of those who have to actually drive their vehicles from one place to the other.
Our destination for the time being. Sigh.
We got a ride back to the campground, about five miles away, with a woman associated with the shop somehow. Maybe angry guy's wife.
She said her great grandpa Bill built the shack on top of Mount Whitney.
2 comments:
Waves like the queen??? Maybe like Prince Phillip but certainly not the queen.
Hydra
Oh, maybe it was just that queenly glint in your eye that I was responding to there, Butch.
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