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Northwards
Feb. 28th, 2008 10:13 pmomg James Marsters on Without a Trace? Weeeird. Not that I really watch the show, but CSI is over and I can't be bothered to change it. Anyway, I almost didn't recognize him because he was being, well, pretty subdued. Or serious. It's nice to see him do something a bit different.
( Speaking of CSI )
I have two episodes of Torchwood to catch up on and one episode of SGA. And Dexter.
Meanwhile, two websites that made me laugh this evening as I amuse myself in our hotel room:
- Garfield Minus Garfield. Seriously. I'm kind of in love with the comic strip that appears when Garfield is removed from the equation. For some reason, I'm especially liking the final one on the first page and Jon's, "This is not my lucky hat!"
- The 40 Most Inappropriate Children's Book Covers.
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Yesterday Dad and I drove through Death Valley. Dropped from 7000 feet to 200-something below sea level. Fun times. And it was sunny and hot and flat, except for when we passed in and out of it. Definitely would not want to do something like that during the summer, though. I mean, with it as warm as it was yesterday in February I can only imagine how hot it is later in the year.
Right before Death Valley, though, we stopped in the ghost town of Rhyolite. That was interesting. Especially the house made of glass bottles. The nice volunteer woman told us that there are believed to be somewhere between twenty to thirty thousand bottles in the house, most of them beer and some of them medicine. The man who built the house in 1906 didn't wash any of the bottles, so you can look in some of them and see things. Kinda neat.
( Pictures: Bottle House )
Before that, though, we stopped some place for a bit of a break and the building across the street was called the Cherry Patch and was, duh, a whore house. House of ill repute? Whatever. It was obvious what they were selling there. With a pretty family friendly RV park across the street. Amazing.
Last night was spent in Bishop, CA and then this morning we drove up through some of the Sierra Nevadas. It was gorgeous.
( Pictures: Sierra Nevadas, Mono Lake(larger pics here) )
We wanted to get into Oregon to stop for the night, but were distracted by the little town of Virginia City, NV. Dad really wanted to go because he was nine the last time he was there. The town was a mining town (and seeing the web of mine shafts displayed to scale? Crazy.) and the town the characters on Bonanza often visited. And that was part of the draw for Dad, since he watched the show as a kid and was just tickled at nine to visit it. Even now, it was pretty cool.
Like Leavenworth, WA, it has a theme going for it. Western this time. So all the store fronts fit that. There are also several museums in town. Dad and I stopped at two of them: the Mark Twain Museum and the Way it Was Museum. What we learned was that Mark Twain started his writing career in the building in which the museum is kept in 1862. He was on the editorial staff of the Territorial Enterprise and was still writing under Samuel Clemens. I geeked out a bit over it all, like his desk and the old dictaphones and printing presses and things. So neat.
( Pictures: Virginia City )
And that's basically what's been happening. Everyone seems a bit surprised that we'll be home by Saturday (my grandma's birthday), but Dad and I are both ready to be home. I want my own bed and shower and closet. No more living from a suitcase. Plus, it feels like we've been gone longer since we've tried to do as much as possible. We're always driving somewhere.
So one more night on the road and then home.
( Speaking of CSI )
I have two episodes of Torchwood to catch up on and one episode of SGA. And Dexter.
Meanwhile, two websites that made me laugh this evening as I amuse myself in our hotel room:
- Garfield Minus Garfield. Seriously. I'm kind of in love with the comic strip that appears when Garfield is removed from the equation. For some reason, I'm especially liking the final one on the first page and Jon's, "This is not my lucky hat!"
- The 40 Most Inappropriate Children's Book Covers.
*
Yesterday Dad and I drove through Death Valley. Dropped from 7000 feet to 200-something below sea level. Fun times. And it was sunny and hot and flat, except for when we passed in and out of it. Definitely would not want to do something like that during the summer, though. I mean, with it as warm as it was yesterday in February I can only imagine how hot it is later in the year.
Right before Death Valley, though, we stopped in the ghost town of Rhyolite. That was interesting. Especially the house made of glass bottles. The nice volunteer woman told us that there are believed to be somewhere between twenty to thirty thousand bottles in the house, most of them beer and some of them medicine. The man who built the house in 1906 didn't wash any of the bottles, so you can look in some of them and see things. Kinda neat.
( Pictures: Bottle House )
Before that, though, we stopped some place for a bit of a break and the building across the street was called the Cherry Patch and was, duh, a whore house. House of ill repute? Whatever. It was obvious what they were selling there. With a pretty family friendly RV park across the street. Amazing.
Last night was spent in Bishop, CA and then this morning we drove up through some of the Sierra Nevadas. It was gorgeous.
( Pictures: Sierra Nevadas, Mono Lake(larger pics here) )
We wanted to get into Oregon to stop for the night, but were distracted by the little town of Virginia City, NV. Dad really wanted to go because he was nine the last time he was there. The town was a mining town (and seeing the web of mine shafts displayed to scale? Crazy.) and the town the characters on Bonanza often visited. And that was part of the draw for Dad, since he watched the show as a kid and was just tickled at nine to visit it. Even now, it was pretty cool.
Like Leavenworth, WA, it has a theme going for it. Western this time. So all the store fronts fit that. There are also several museums in town. Dad and I stopped at two of them: the Mark Twain Museum and the Way it Was Museum. What we learned was that Mark Twain started his writing career in the building in which the museum is kept in 1862. He was on the editorial staff of the Territorial Enterprise and was still writing under Samuel Clemens. I geeked out a bit over it all, like his desk and the old dictaphones and printing presses and things. So neat.
( Pictures: Virginia City )
And that's basically what's been happening. Everyone seems a bit surprised that we'll be home by Saturday (my grandma's birthday), but Dad and I are both ready to be home. I want my own bed and shower and closet. No more living from a suitcase. Plus, it feels like we've been gone longer since we've tried to do as much as possible. We're always driving somewhere.
So one more night on the road and then home.
