A Long Ride

If you build your house on a cliff, I guess you're not allowed to come home drunk.



My visit to Mesa Verde National Park was cut short by a lightning, thunder and hail storm. The lightning wasn't anything like the weak flashes we get in California - it was huge spider webs of electricity that seemed to stay in the sky forever. I knew that every time I came to the edge of a cloud, I was going to get pelted with hail. I would scrunch up my shoulders to protect my neck and just yell "ow Ouch OWWW!" when it hit my hands. I should have sprung for rain gloves with knuckle armor. I got some crazy looks from people when I passed, so I would scream "yaaaaaaaaahhhoooooo!" just to confirm their belief that I was totally off my rocker.