On a trip deep into the gorgeous Cascade Mountains, it’s me versus technology.
The fancy shower with the weird controls isn’t cooperating. I twist the bottom handle clockwise, then counter clockwise. I try again with the upper handle. Maybe it’s this other thingy? Water continues to pour out of the tub faucet. The shower head remains dry.
I am standing naked in a deep jetted hot tub as I fiddle with the annoying knobs. This tub is in my hotel room. Also in this room are a fireplace, the biggest bottle of San Pellegrino I have ever seen, and an artisanal mushroom pizza. What exactly makes it artisanal is unclear; room service menus are maddeningly vague. Continue reading “Because yelling at the shower always helps”
Trip log: today I passed over the Continental Divide, elevation: 6930 feet. There was no place to pull over to snap a photo of the official sign, because apparently the people who plan highways don’t know how social media works.
It’s pretty up here. Features include: snow-capped mountains — SNOW in June — and also an elk, acting all casual like he belonged there or something. I considered grabbing his photo, but — again — there wasn’t an obvious place to pull over. It’s really no wonder that people can’t remember Wyoming exists. Continue reading “It’s the elk’s fault.”
I watched him watching the surfers of Waikiki for maybe half an hour. There were a dozen or so, just out of frame. It was early morning, when the locals rule the waves until the tourists show up. Continue reading “Lessons from a kid”