Toad in the Hole
July 28, 2005
Lapse, Laps, Leaps, Loops
Sometimes reading the news and the Web and even the e-mail, tangling with the damned word trade and all its henchpersons, just makes one so damned tired one loses the urge to add to the endless circle of chatter and noise. By "one" of course I mean "me." So two (by which I mean Joe and me... of course) just throw deadlines to the winds, stock up on Tasty Bites, and head back to the mountains.
One side effect: There's nothing that can make one feel that the world is going to Hell on a slippery slope in a leaky handbasket carried by a lurching nincompoop than being away from newspapers (not to mention radio and such) for a few days and then coming home to read a pile of them. Christ almighty, can't I turn my back on the rest of you at all? And I'm still wondering who died that they had the flags at half-staff for in Redding. That's a hell of a way to get the news; last time that happened to us, it was the space shuttle wreck. This time I still don't know. Maybe they were just wilting; it was supposedly 106F there yesterday and I'm thinking parts of the area were hotter.
Well, I never did finish the tale of Yuba Pass and the black-backed woodpecker, so I will merge it over the next few days with the tale of Mount Lassen. This involves yet another black-backed woodpecker -- for a bird we'd chased in vain for two decades and more, this one's lately just dropping on us from the sky -- and a goshawk and Mr. and Mrs. Beaver and their lovesick neighbors, besides.
Film at 11. First, a deadline to meet and library fines to pay.Posted at July 28, 2005 04:38 PM
for a bird we'd chased in vain for two decades and more, this one's lately just dropping on us from the sky
Isn't that pretty much where birds drop in from?
Posted by: Chris Clarke at July 28, 2005 11:48 PM