Friday, April 04, 2025

final walk along the Drive

Today was my final walk along a part of Skyline Drive. Tomorrow morning, I'm checking out of this hotel, saying goodbye to its intrepid roaches (which still try to come out despite my spraying; walking through the bug-spray barrier ensures they end up on their backs), and moving my base camp to my buddy Mike's place in Fredericksburg, where a Friday dinner is being planned for me. My buddy Mike and his daughter Emma won't be there until very late: they'll be out watching a hockey game (season passes; the kids apparently take turns). I'll be at Mike's place until April 13th, my departure date.

The walk was my longest one yet: starting at Elkwallow/Mile 24 again (it kind of became my base of operations), I walked out to Mile 28 and turned around—eight miles (12.9 km) total. As I walked south, two kind drivers stopped next to me and asked whether everything was all right. I guess they didn't see the many other people who regularly walk along the Drive. I smiled and told both sets of folks that I was fine, and they drove off. In Korea, I've had cabbies stop next to me to offer a ride, but there was always a financial motive.

It was a much warmer, much less windy day than the previous two had been, with temps starting at 60ºF/15.6ºC and rising to 78ºF/25.6ºC by the time I finished. As a result, the bugs were out in force—bugs that had evolved to assail the many deer (and maybe the bears, too) along the Drive. I was just a weirdly shaped deer to them, leaving a huge infrared signature and billowing clouds of carbon dioxide with every exhalation. Primarily, though, the bugs seemed attracted to my left ear and to the back of my head. My right ear might have felt a little envious. I used my bandanna like a horse's tail, swishing it periodically through the air to make the bugs fly away. With their short memories, though, they always came back. I once again found myself wishing I had the Jedi power of telekinesis to form a cocoon of force around myself. Alas, that is just a fantasy.

lichen!

It must've rained in the morning. The road was dry by the time I got back to my car.

overlook

All the dead trees are getting stubbier as they lose the ends of their branches.

heading south but looking down and back (north)

looking up, forward, and south

Click to enlarge.

Oh, that ol' Heraclitus. Buddhists and Taoists nod vigorously.

These paragraphs eloquently explain why I can walk the same route again and again without getting bored.

...and here comes the marketing.

frazzled after a night of partying with the Ents

overlook: Thornton Hollow

the south end of Thornton Hollow Overlook

a familiar trope

On my walks in Korea, I often photograph both living and dead nature. In Korea, you get a lot of bike-crushed snakes, dramatically squished frogs, dead mice, and so on. We do things bigger in America, though, so here's a big, fat, dead squirrel for your viewing pleasure, probably run over by a car. The skull looks cracked but not crushed, so I'm guessing it was a car tire and not the car's front bumper that did the animal in.

Made it to Mile 28. Four miles up, then turn around and go back through all of those bugs.

wide shot for context

I wish I could've taken a better shot of these little, purple flowers (violets?).

This is definitely not Hadrian's Wall.

Rest assured: that beam-like piece running through the middle is stone, not metal. I checked.

the mystery

I saw a few fallen trees like the one pictured above, completely denuded of their bark before collapsing. The effect is vaguely cadaverous; now, I'm left to wonder how it is that some trees lose all of their bark when dying, while others keep their bark and get covered in lichen, and still others merely rot on the inside and fall over.

Wide shot of the cadaverous tree; there were others.

I successfully photographed the Mile 27 marker, but I somehow missed the Mile 26 marker. Didn't bother with 24.

I did, however, get the Mile 25 marker.

So this was my final walk on Skyline Drive. I hope it's not my last one ever; I might want to try walking the length of the Drive if I live long enough. Tomorrow, I'm off to the city that Mike sometimes calls "F-burg." There's lots of local walking to be done there, and I've got a few meals (plus a batch or two of cookies) that I'll be prepping while I'm shacked up in F-burg.


innovation

I think this is incredibly awesome. But at the same time, it leaves me frustrated: the arm seems so weak and limited. Guess there's a war going on inside my head—a war of judgment standards. How awesome this invention is is a matter of perspective.


Bats vs. the Joker




Thursday, April 03, 2025

images

Add two commas.

Points to Chad for good use of the vocative comma, but his second comma is arguable.
Sara: don't use a singular they. (OK, fine: there are scholarly arguments in favor of the singular they.)

I'd need to check the stats on this one.

Anything can be a dildo if you're brave enough. —Abraham Lincoln

It really is a dilemma when your IQ's at a certain level.

A yo-yo joke is on the tip of my tongue.

As I said: I fucking hate opossums.


Add a comma. And a period up top.

I fact-checked this one myself. Horrific.

Great until you flubbed the period.

That seems to be how it is in the UK these days. Here's hoping Nigel can change things.

That's racist!

Take all of that away, and what happens?

Vocative comma.


"Arkham Asylum"




Wednesday's stroll

Wednesday saw me back at Mile 24, Elkwallow, but this time, I walked to Mile 27 and back, a full six miles (9.6 km). The day was cloudy, cool, and windy, so it's good I wore my windbreaker. I didn't take pics of the mile markers on the way to 27, but I took pics on the way back. As I was driving to Mile 24, I saw another pair of intrepid walkers, all backpacked up and striding along with conviction—further inspiration to try this route one day. 















sign in a picnic-ground restroom; never seen one like it in Korea

When I went back to my hotel, I made the fatal mistake of visiting the Mexican restaurant attached to the hotel. Everything on the menu was carbs. I ordered a chicken-taco appetizer and a beef birria-taco main, but only the main came out because the lady who had taken my order didn't understand what I'd wanted. When I reviewed what I'd ordered, she was mortified and apologetic, but I told her that it was fine, and I'd pay only for what I'd been charged for, which was the main course. She tried offering other entrees and even dessert, but I told her that that was fine. Truth be told, I was a bit miffed, but there was no reason to take any frustration out on the poor woman, for whom English was obviously a struggle. The birria tacos came out with the standard consommé, but the two shells hadn't been pan-fried in birria sauce. Since I'm out of here on Friday, it's safe to say that I won't be back.

I'll be fasting all of Thursday and most of Friday, but I understand that Mike's wife and my goddaughter want to fix me dinner Friday evening. I'm looking forward to that.