Panamint Patty was beginning to think that somehow The Psychic Barrier had been put up between her and getting good photos for Evil Liz and y'all. On Friday and Saturday, there was a 100-year blizzard that dipped down into Death Valley from the North. Saturday and Sunday there was, of course, the brush fire on 395. Sunday night, more rain and snow so at least the fire went out. Patty kept losing things and interpreted this to be The Soul messing with her and trying to break her spirit...first an onyx earring, then a silver one that her daddy gave her in the 80's, then a black leather glove. To make matters worse, Mr. Patty drove her nearly 200 miles looking for the TJ crash site to no avail, at which point, Aunt Flo showed up and the cramps set in. Some vacation. Yesterday was better, though. Much, much better. I give you with out comment, the sanitized NPS version of Barker Ranch, circa March, 2011. One last thing though: upon reaching Barker, Patty discovered the missing earrings underneath the passenger seat where she had already looked at least twice...oo-EE-oo!
In the 5th pic it looks like somebody set up an altar...
ReplyDeleteIs that a note from Sandy?
ReplyDeleteKen, that was my first thought but Sandy is college educated and that note has spelling & grammar errors.
ReplyDeleteKathy isn't.
ReplyDeleteI like how you have allowed the pictures to be expanded. Bigger and better pictures. You can see details that you miss out on with the smaller images.
ReplyDeleteKen, it's why we try to keep Liz from uploading ... or anything else for that matter.
ReplyDeleteSmart thinking Matt.
ReplyDeleteI think Patty would quit losing her earings if Mr. and Mrs. Patty would quit "doing it" in the car.
ReplyDeleteDid you two consecrate Barker Ranch, too?
ReplyDeleteMy question to Patty is.....do you have pictures?
ReplyDeleteKen619 said...
ReplyDeleteIs that a note from Sandy?
I thought so too especially with the reference to "the establishment".
Sandy, George or "Elf" i would say.
Cappy is no longer in CA so it was not her.
Ken619 said...
I like how you have allowed the pictures to be expanded. Bigger and better pictures. You can see details that you miss out on with the smaller images.
Matt said...
Ken, it's why we try to keep Liz from uploading ... or anything else for that matter.
Matt your mean to me, i am going to cry. Patty uploaded the pics BTW.
So Patty is in charge of pictures now? lol
ReplyDeleteKen619 said...
ReplyDeleteSo Patty is in charge of pictures now? lol
Nope. she is a "contributing photographer", "researcher" and my new BFF.
Only you can be "paparazzi".
you stealthassed motherfucka!
The Pattys did not consecrate Barker Ranch but did find the pit toilet this time. Left a little something behind for the Ranch to remember us by...I know, TMI...LOL.
ReplyDeleteNot sure why the wild burro photo will not expand. There were thirteen in all. Mr. Patty wants me to Photoshop exes onto all their foreheads and name them after members of the Family. Charlie must be the big dominant black one in front.
Liz said....
ReplyDeleteNope. she is a "contributing photographer", "researcher" and my new BFF.
Only you can be "paparazzi".
you stealthassed motherfucka!
Ken said....
I was just making a possible suggestion since her pictures are so nice! Not that you do a bad job either Matt.
Ken, I don't do crap except keep Liz out of trouble!
ReplyDeleteMatt said...
ReplyDeleteKen, I don't do crap except keep Liz out of trouble!
I was just messing with her:)
Fourth Of July weekend 1970 my parents took us camping to Death Valley.
ReplyDeleteOne night we were startled awake.
Several donkeys had come to our camp.
They were eating the rind of a watermelon we had discarded earlier that day.
I see burros like these when I go boating/fishing at the Colorado River at Yuma. They'll eat apples from your hands. They're decendents from the burros that the miners brought with them. These would be also. This picture looks just like where I go when I go to the river. Pretty neat!
ReplyDeletethe letter can't be from sandy--it's too polite and there is no threats.
ReplyDeleteoops meant there are no threats.
ReplyDeleteIs it Sandy or my ennui that runs rampant? Be it Blue or some other hue (or perhaps e'en a latter day celestial 'Star'), allow us grasp at straws for the sake gabfest.
ReplyDeleteMay be a case "Fac et aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat occupatum"®, but, my mind's eye when I consider -
[ "I am asking that this note not be looked at as rules but as a form of getting Barker Ranch back in shape for all to enjoy." ]
- can one not deduce the influence of or picture Charlie same via his self-effacing/trying distance self tack (examples - "you know what to do" and "I never told anyone to do anything they didn't want to do".
Hey, it's a slow day...and so am I.
(PS) Loved spelling "in-tacked" - not because of its errant nature, because embrace poetic license... mine, theirs, yours, et al.
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® Always do (say) something, so that the devil always finds you occupied. - St. Jerome
I find the NPS's ambivalence toward the site fascinating.On the way in we stopped to get our annual pass and Mr. Patty said casually to the ranger, "So, how are the conditions over Mengel Pass?" Dude gives Mr. P the shank eye and says, "snowy." That's all he says. AND there wasn't even any snow, as you can see in the photos. I don't think they like people going up to Barker's but neither can they discourage us because the land belongs to all of us now.
ReplyDeletePanamint Patty's personal opinion is that the letter is from Sandy or someone connected with Sandy. If you Google "in tacked" you will see that it is, for whatever reason, becoming fairly common verbage. The philosophy reflected in the note fits everything that I know about Ms. Good: perhaps the influence of St. George has mellowed her in her golden years. It was also sooooo clean: even around the edges of the laminate. I wonder if 1-1-10 is a typo and the author meant 1-1-11?
So I have more pics, thinking about doing up one more post if anyone is interested.
Panamint Patty said...So I have more pics, thinking about doing up one more post if anyone is interested.
ReplyDeleteyes please : )
Many words enter the language because people either cannot say them correctly, or spell them. Ketchup is one. Started out as Catsup. My favorite is Doormouse. It was Dormeus, from the french word meaning sleepy, but enough people mis-pronounced it that it became a word!
ReplyDeleteThe news today said Muffin-top is now officially a word!
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