Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Monday, March 30, 2020
Right for the Times
Via the always good American Digest
And the tragic, poignant story behind the song. Knowing the story, if you can get through this without streaming tears, your a better person than I.
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Our way of social isolation: inside an orange car.
Mrs. CW has been at home, off work, all week, so she needed to air herself out. But, of course, good citizens must practice social isolation when outside the home. The solution?
Road Trip.
But, stay in the car. Which we did. By back roads south to Red Bluff, then milkshakes and onion rings at Bud's Jolly Kone, and then back home. Never closer than six feet from other humans. A legal good time. We are such law abiders.
The OC (orange car) drove fine and sounded finer.
Lunch at a local landmark/institution/meeting place. Milkshakes are really good any time of the year, even at six feet from the nearest citizen. Amazingly, everyone was pretty much staying six feet apart.
Road Trip.
But, stay in the car. Which we did. By back roads south to Red Bluff, then milkshakes and onion rings at Bud's Jolly Kone, and then back home. Never closer than six feet from other humans. A legal good time. We are such law abiders.
The OC (orange car) drove fine and sounded finer.
One big valley oak near the river.
The bridge at Jelly's Ferry is closed for repairs until 2023, and this road is sometimes more patches than pavement. Perfect.
Some hikes for later, after the quarantine. Right now would have been the prime time with all the green grass. Saw bunches of deer from the road.
I see some nice river access on this map - note to self - come back with fishing pole.
Trailhead.
The Mighty Sacramento rounding the bend.
Lunch at a local landmark/institution/meeting place. Milkshakes are really good any time of the year, even at six feet from the nearest citizen. Amazingly, everyone was pretty much staying six feet apart.
Pick your poison
So now Mrs. CW is feeling more normal, we put a few enjoyable miles on the OC, supported a local business, and all the while obeyed the dictates of our political masters.
Bring on the workweek!
