MADDOGS
THE ADVENTURE CREW: Master, The Nomad, Sweet Bird of Freedom (aka Freeta Roam), Pixie & Pod, Miss Cycle, Ivan the writing muse, Jude, and the brains of the crew--Croc. DOUBLE-CLICK ON ANY PHOTO TO ENLARGETuesday, May 25, 2004
FRIDAY—May 21, 2004
The Adventure Crew and Heather were lost—correction, read that wandering—for about 2 hours while we tried to follow some bogus directions to Groveland. Went an hour up a wrong road, then had to turn around, and call for directions (which Jude couldn’t make sense of—things like “backtrack”—and since we’d been up and down this road more than once, which way was backtrack; the way we’d just come, or the way we’d come to get there?)
We finally, finally made it with the help of a local gas station attendant—who happened to give us the opposite directions of the people who originally gave us the directions in the first place—and her directions worked!
The only thing the MADDOGS have to say about this is: Since we never know where we’re going, it is impossible for us to be lost.
Dropped Heather off at her friend’s, then The Adventure Crew held a meeting and decided to see what the entrance to Yosemite looked like. It looked like a string of too many cars, which were driving too fast, bumper-to-bumper, maniacs racing to get in the park.
The Adventure Crew backed off (this is definitely not our idea of pleasure) and The Nomad chose a side road that ran behind some pines. In a clearing we saw 9 deer—females and yearlings. We'd found the perfect spot for Night Camp.
The Adventure Crew and Heather were lost—correction, read that wandering—for about 2 hours while we tried to follow some bogus directions to Groveland. Went an hour up a wrong road, then had to turn around, and call for directions (which Jude couldn’t make sense of—things like “backtrack”—and since we’d been up and down this road more than once, which way was backtrack; the way we’d just come, or the way we’d come to get there?)
We finally, finally made it with the help of a local gas station attendant—who happened to give us the opposite directions of the people who originally gave us the directions in the first place—and her directions worked!
The only thing the MADDOGS have to say about this is: Since we never know where we’re going, it is impossible for us to be lost.
Dropped Heather off at her friend’s, then The Adventure Crew held a meeting and decided to see what the entrance to Yosemite looked like. It looked like a string of too many cars, which were driving too fast, bumper-to-bumper, maniacs racing to get in the park.
The Adventure Crew backed off (this is definitely not our idea of pleasure) and The Nomad chose a side road that ran behind some pines. In a clearing we saw 9 deer—females and yearlings. We'd found the perfect spot for Night Camp.
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