Over the bridge and up the cliff, basically. The narrow, rocky road with no guardrail climbed halfway to the Carson road before we saw them grazing quietly in a sheltered ravine no more than thirty feet away. A buck and four ewes. We stopped, of course, and stayed a long, long time. I got out [...]
About ten days ago (?) we had a little snow. Just a few inches, and it was quickly gone. The drought-parched soil soaked up the melt water so fast, it was like the slush was only visiting. While it was here, though, the Dakota got “stuck” backing up the hill. The rear tires simply couldn’t [...]
Ssomething made me want to head up north, so of course I had to take the Dodge. The high desert primeval. The landscape is so brutal there this time of year. Mountain ranges on every horizon, jagged peaks like bright white teeth. The Dakota’s 4.7L V-8 singing through the dual exhausts is comforting at speed [...]
Charles Savage drove a mean ’58 Dodge convertible back in Abilene. Dark metallic blue it was, and had three carburetors. The honking big V-8 and dual glass-packs made a thick, explosive rumble like a pack of Harleys in a barn. His father owned a dealership, of course. About this same time, I used to ride [...]
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