Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Labor Day Weekend

LasStarted out meeting with my best friend from high school, who I haven’t seen in a couple of years now. We got some lunch, talked over old times, new times and the future. As always, great time.
Right after that I headed up to Back of Beyond (the property my brother and I have up by Duchesne). My older brother, his wife, his kids their kids, my younger brother and his kids were up there (some came up soon after). The first night we just hung out and had a great, relaxing time. The second day we worked on the cabin, putting in extra floor joists and insulation inside. The third day we just relaxed again. Overall an excellent weekend.
I have to admit, even after over a decade, it still freaks me out a little bit driving up the desolate dirt road to the cabin. As soon as I get off the highway the windows are rolled up and the doors are locked. I just start imagining “the claw” or some crazed escaped convict looking for his next ride jumping out of the trees as I slow down for a curve. Maybe it’s just creepy not being able to see past the headlights. Whatever, I don’t relax until I pull into the campsite and see the family sitting around the campfire. Here’s the video of me driving up at night. It’s 8 minutes long, and it just might bore you to death, but I’m posting it anyhow.
Just click HERE and it will open it up in something that plays .wmv files.

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3 comments:

A Paperback Writer said...

This has nothing to do with this post, but go check out this venn diagram; you'll like it.
http://www.cynical-c.com/?p=14132

A Paperback Writer said...

About the video -- whoa, I'd forgotten that anything got that dark at night. I live in the midst of light pollution all the time now. My neighbors all think they're going to be killed in they don't leave lights on on all sides of their houses all night, and street lights were installed this summer, so heaven forbid that we should see stars in the sky!
Years ago, my family used to go to Lake Powell. The darkness here reminds me of that. It's a little creepy, but it's kind of nice to know that it's natural.
Oh, and I do recall hearing a coyote howl only about 20 feet from our boat one night that was this dark..... Now THAT was blood-curdling!

Max said...

Loved the venn diagram, just trying to figure out where I fit on the thing....
The darkest place I've ever been at night was the Bonneville Salt Flats when there was no moon. We got 5 feet away from the car and couldn't see it. Ironically, it's almost like daylight there when the moon is full.