far away places in a car

Ahoy,

Bishop was more than a month ago now. The occasion was a birthday, and we took the opportunity because it would be the last time the RRS could have fun until 2015. He leads a very indulgent life. It was super duper exciting this time for me because our friend J was going too and I would have someone to play with besides other peoples' dogs. We arrived late on a Friday, and prepared to be up bright-eyed and bushy tailed for the next morning. Temperatures were not predicted to be favorable.

Turns out we could only really be out there until the early afternoon because it got so devastatingly hot mid-day. Everybody flooded back into town for food. A few of us retreated to climate controlled hotel rooms. Everyone else around me napped while I watched tv. It was not a bad day. Nightfall came and we retreated back into the desert to climb in the dark.

That same weekend was also some sort of classic car show in Bishop. The whole place was filled with old people and their respective old cars. It was a major thing. Small towns are such contained bubbles of civilization. It is all at once really strange and fascinating to me. I could never live someplace so remote, but I can see how the quaintness may be attractive to others.

The next day was a repeat of the morning schedule of climbing. After lunch in town, everybody scattered back to their respective abodes. Things to live by: bubbles and snacks are essentials for every climbing trip.

explicably dried,
jt