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!
