GOING TO TOWN

Mae West made a film in 1935 called Goin' to Town, which has absolutely no correlation with this post. My going to town experiences are much less provocative and hardly sexually stimulating.

After two weeks of gloriously beautiful weather, I had no qualms about making the dreaded drive into town yesterday morning. As soon as I got ready - as if on cue by God - the torrential rains began. I had to wait two hours for the storm to subside - after which my car wouldn't start. This mishap forced me to waste another hour making uneducated manuevers under the hood (the hood is the bonnet, for those of you in Yorkshire).

Against my better judgement, I brought my El Cheapo camera with me this time, and documented my perilous journey for posterity.

It's nearly impossible to take photos on the way to town because there are very few places to pull off the road, and there are constant risks of plunging off a cliff or getting pummeled by a logging truck (or lorry, for those of you in Sheffield).

Despite the obstacles, here are the results of my efforts.

 I took all of these photos from the car window, so they're not particularly good. The trees are just beginning to turn colors.They will look much more spectacular in another week or two.

 The "cliffs" look more impressive in real than on these pics.

The rain clouds eventually broke up and the blue sky emerged.

Taken on the way home. This is the narrow road that winds past my mountain shack.

 A view of the cow pasture adjacent to my property.

And some photos of the moon which I took a few nights ago.

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