Hey,

Pick, pick, pick!! I guess riding with you isn't as bad as flying in an airplane, or gosh forbid a helicopter, but one day I've got to learn how to overcome my fear of horses and ride one, so sometime from now when I need to ride a camel in the desert on the Sinai I'll be able to put that in my scrapbook of weird stuff done in a lifetime.

You're right, I am never going to Lake Pillsbury again unless they pave the road. Of course that could be never and that's fine by me. Been there, done that, not going again.

But I am so glad to live in modern times. In reading about how others in the past arrived at the Geysers, it makes your driving seem like a piece of cake.

From Schriber's Magazine, October 1873 it states:
"There are 35 sharp turns in "the drop" and the road, just wide enough for the team, frequently hugs the edge of steep rocky precipices...The great speed maintained, instead of increasing the danger, lessens it. Yet there are persons in almost every wagonful of passengers who pale and shrink as the vehicle dashes wildly down, and as they see below them, under the very wheels, as it were the yawning chasms that threaten death...When the wagon reaches the hotel, all its tenants have a half-wild-look, as if they had just come down in a balloon and were thankful it had "lit."

I have overcome flying, riding with you and walking with an overwhelming fear of all and survived. Another trip on the road with you will not quell my desire to go, be there, see and return in one piece, only slightly teased and moderately irritated.

Jan don't worry, he really is a good driver. I'm living proof. LOL

**** Petra ***