He says, "Look at my MAP! It is a very large and fine MAP!" Hmmm...there is a little bitty road that will take us straight over the San Francisco Mountains. And my other book with all the back roads says that this is an easy little road. Want to?"
What am I supposed to say? So, we go.
We find the little road just off A89 toward Flagstaff. Crap! The road is closed due to severe threat of fire.
Mr. "TRDAtM" says, "No prob! That's what four-wheel drives are for!" as he wheels over the rocks and around the barricade.
"Okay...so what happens if we get caught?" "Don't worry. We won't get caught. No one works on Sundays."
"Where are we? And where is the road?!" he asks ME. "What the PH!" I am thinking, but not saying.
So, I get out my iPhone and press the "Maps" function. "We aren't even near the road." "Which way are we going?" he asks, so I show him the gps. "That is ridiculous."
"Well, if you know so much, why are we here in the middle of no where and there is no phucking road?!"
We turn around...and find the road. (Actually, I saw it before, but he knew which way to go. Hmmmm......)
Okay...this isn't a bad little road. We smelled a combination of pine and char, as a recent fire ravaged the forest.
We bumped along for MILES up hills, down through dry creek beds and through the trees and wild flowers. I noticed the yin and yang of death of the trees and life of the flowers.
Okay...this "little" trip was getting long....when we came to the end of the road.
|Notice the BOULDERS on either side of the BARRICADE|
They were serious about not wanting anyone on this road. We were stuck. Another fine mess we are in!
|Notice the $5000 fine!|
After a half an hour of trying to figure out how to get out of here, Mr. "TRDAtM" yells, "Let's go! You drive, and I'll guide us out of here!" "Hurry! Before we get caught."
(I thought no one works on Sundays?)