Traffic is light… for now. Not a thing in the roadway to slow your go, make you brake, or deserve a swerve. Snow and ice are super minimal, temps are somewhere between 20 and 150, and rocks aren’t rollin’. Press your foot down on the long pedal, and all ya gotta do is turn for the curves.
I spotted an actual traffic hazard on the uphill lanes of Highway 18, just below Upper Waterman Canyon Road, at around 430AM: A dark colored pickup truck was stopped, in lanes, with no lights on. An ambulance was parked behind it, with emergency lights activated, presumably as a courtesy to prevent other drivers from having a close encounter of the thud kind. My guess is that the hazard has been cleared by now, but, hey, it was super fun for me to be able to report on a genuine, for REAL, actual road hazard.
So… we survived the first day of the dirt trucks rolling up and down Highway 18! I’ll confess, I was a little offended when the idea was first floated, as the message I took away from it is that APPARENTLY the dirt from Fontana is better than Crestline dirt. They’re bringing up the “good” dirt for our damn dam at Lake Gregory, and sending our dirty dirt away to reform school or a dirt halfway house or something. We’re told that it’s due to OUR sub- par dirt having fish poop contamination. But, I’m sure that we’ve learned from this humiliating experience, and at least we can be confident that our lake resource managers will now stock the lake with the fish equivalent of hypoallergenic cats: Fish that do not poop. Either that, or maybe we could train the fish to just not poop everywhere?
Whatever… I’ve gotten way off bass. With all that talk about crappie things, too. According to a local pole, staying on track is sort of a sinker swim thing… and readers won’t tolerate anybody line to ‘em, either. It gets reel tricky, trying to tackle this lure-id topic… I just hope it doesn’t bobber anybody. Oh, but did you know that some of the construction will be performed by using high- tech rowboatic equipment? We haven’t seen rain for forever (California seems to be headed for another trout), resulting in a net reduction in water supplies of late…water levels are way down, so access to parts of the dam is improved, and they can utilize much baiter equipment.
Back to the trucks hauling the snooty dirt: We’re supposed to get 120 of them each day: 120 coming up, and 120 going down (what comes up, must go down). I only saw one yesterday, and must comment. The truck was going slow, but in the correct lane. However, we STILL had a problem, because of the nincompoop driver of the four- wheeler (that’s trucker lingo for car), who saw fit to get up alongside the slow truck, then match its speed… while vehicles piled up behind this rolling roadblock. First, let me tell you, there are very few things to do while on the road that are less safe, than driving along next to trucks… not only is it unsafe, but it is going to irritate the living crap out of the truck driver… AND the people stuck behind the vehicle in the passing lane. Plus… why anybody would feel compelled to drive super- slow, just because they are in the PASSING LANE— and not passing— next to a truck, is completely beyond me. I don’t get it. Bottom line is that, at least in this case, the truck was not the problem: the mindless idiot in the four- wheeler was the problem. Don’t be a problem… please. I know: readers of this column are of a higher intellectual status than those who perform 35 MPH rolling roadblocks on Highway 18, so this is rant is simply preaching to the choir. But I feel better now, anyhow.
In other news… I’ve been having a real hard time following a number of stories. See, Les Moonves has been removed from his position in the TV industry. Meanwhile, South Korean President Moon Jae-in has NOT been busted for anything, but has been in the news a lot lately. I just watched a documentary about Sun- Yen Moon. Neil “Louie” Armstrong has been trumpeting lately about the upcoming 50th anniversary of the moon landing, while Ryan Gosling decided that the American flag being planted on the moon was not important for his movie (one reason I won’t be seeing that “politically correct” flick). Whatever the case, all of this moon stuff is making me a little lunar tunes…
(Ooh, remember the time when Armstrong threw a rock 5,280 feet while on the moon? It was a real milestone!)
Hurricane Florence (Yes, “Florence.” I don’t know… it just seems like “Florence” should have been on some sort of, “exclusion list” for hurricane names. Florence? Like as in, Florence Henderson? Or Florence Nightengown? Come on… no way can a, “Florence” be devastating and deadly, even if it is reportedly very large and very wet. Florence… That’s NOT an angry, devastating name.) is hitting the East Coast now. Hawaii got hit a couple of weeks ago (by Hurricane Olivia Newton- John, who threatened heart attacks), but in spite of dire predictions, the worst damage they had was from some guy who lost a flip- flop in the water while wading for cool seashells. (The flip- flop has been spotted heading for the fabled “trash island of the Pacific,” which was originally reported as being the size of Texas, but it turns out that it’s really the size of Muscoy, and it is actually IN Muscoy.) So, we’ll hope that the East Coast gets off easy, too. Besides, they’ve already had so much difficulty, what with just having Florida hanging around all the time, giving them endless problems, from hanging chads to mass shootings to giant tropical snakes in the Everglades to Dexter the Serial Killer (I’m kidding… Dexter was a good guy) to chronic sinkholes to whatever. The East Coast TRIED to send Florida to go live with the South, but the South rejected Florida, too. Anyhow… Florence? Y’all should have nothing to worry about. It’s not like the thing was named Serena, or Hillary, or Omarosa.
Oh, but I hear, too, that they are concerned about the rain, and how the bears in that part of the country will react: Ain’t nothin’ meaner than an angry drizzly bear.
I’m done writing, so it’s time for you to stop reading, and fly out the door. Don’t be lake to work… and no playing hooky!
