Hi Kiddo. You have no spirit of adventure. Anyway if one of those big fat porkers gets in the way I’ll take him over to the Parkfield Café and we can have them make us up a couple of ham sandwiches. That should go real good with a Corona Beer. Of course in your case it will be a glass of white wine. Is white wine proper for ham?

Well if you don’t like that road I can always take you through Slacks Canyon on the Vineyard Canyon, Slacks Canyon, Coalinga, Peachtree Road road. It’s all one road with 4 names depending on where you’re at on the road. It’s the bottom of a canyon and the San Andreas Fault sits right next to it. In some places you can look out the window and see the bottom of the fault. Part of the Slacks Canyon Road has some pavement. Not very much of it is paved though. I think they call it “improved primitive road” just to make people feel better.

You survived the trip up to and back to Lake Pillsbury although I will admit that was the first time I had ever been passed by a snail wanting to know why I was going so slow? I just pointed at you and he nodded and went on down the road. It cost me $500.00 to fix the dents in the floorboards and to repair the cushion where you, uh, well never mind. I didn’t try to explain it to the repairman either.

Almost forgot. Hal and I took this one dirt road although I will admit it looked more like a cow path then a road to see where it went. The ruts in the road were so deep that I was actually dragging the bottom of the vehicle on the ground. You could hear it crunching like it was tearing the bottom out of the car. When we got the end of the road se stopped and got out to see if we could learn where we were.

It was about this time we heard the coyotes in the canyon just below us. It sounded like they were having a grand old time. Maybe they thought they were going to have some fresh meat. Us. Hal assured me coyotes almost never attack people. I noted that he said “almost never.” and then loosened the retaining strap on his holster. I didn’t have to do that. My holster has a leather wrapped spring steel strap that holds the pistol in place by tension. All you have to do is pull.

After a couple of minutes they got real quiet. I told Hal they might be getting ready to attack. I looked around and saw that I was standing there all by myself. Hal had gotten back into the vehicle. I got back into the vehicle. Never did see the coyotes.

We went back to the main road and once again it sound like I was tearing out the bottom of the vehicle.

When we got to a nice shady spot I ate my other sandwich and finished off the root beer. Take Care…Don in creepy town