|THE TUGBOAT OCEAN A SIMARD HEADS OUT INTO COLD CHOPPY LAKE HURON WATERS THIS MORNING| PHEEBS CHECKS OUT THE BIG MARBLE ROCK AT ROTARY COVE'S DOG WALKING AREA
Five years ago on December 21rst 2015 Pheebs and I were in California's Blair Valley west of Borrego Springs on another one of our mile-high climbs up Ghost Mountain to the ruins of the Marshal South Homestead.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Shortly before Christmas, a businessman was anxious to get home. The business trip had been grueling and he was not in a particularly good mood. The airport loudspeakers blared Christmas carols he was sick of hearing. He thought their decorations were tacky. The worst decoration, he thought, was the plastic mistletoe hung over the luggage scale. Being in a grumpy mood, he said to the woman at the counter, "You know, even if I weren't married, I wouldn't kiss you." "That's not what it's there for," said the attendant. "It's so you can kiss your luggage goodbye.
THE ROCKY CLIMB TO YAKQUITEPEC AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THOSE DISTANT LAGUNA MOUNTAINS LIES SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA
It’s been raining for days now and my husband seems very depressed by it. He keeps standing by the window, staring. If it continues, I’m going to have to let him in.