Good Morning Gentle Readers,
The traffic was jacked up on El Cerrito after I dumped the House Blond at school, so I zipped up the onramp and ended up behind a tractor trailer rig hauling decomposing bodies. The unbearable stench set up a roiling in my nether regions that took hard work to keep down. No place to go, neither, I was hemmed in and mine was the next exit anyway. Worse, there was body fluids leaking from the ass end of the trailer that threw a fine mist onto the front end of Mrs TWC's freshly laundered Hamster Car.
Dude, I was half way up the hill, with all four windows down, before I could breath normally again. I'm tellin' you what.....it was a ghastly, cookie-tossing, rotting corpse kind of smell. Anyone who has ever caught a whiff of a dead body after three days in the desert heat knows exactly what I mean. I guess you figured out by now that the car got the second bath of the week this morning.
In Other News:
The heat wave evaporated and the temps dropped twenty degrees since I hiked out to this ridge with the dogs early Wednesday morning.
Those familiar with So Cal might recognize the back (east) side of Saddleback. At an elevation cloes to 5,700 feet, it is the highest peak in Orange County. The civilization at the base of the mountains is, from right to left, Eagle Glen, Dos Lagos, Trilogy, and Sycamore Creek.
Daisy was baked when we got back and she simply clumb* right into the 100 gallon water trough I keep the animals. That dog loves her some water.
*Clumb isn't really a word, but it ought to be.