After days of rain, that permitted our reading of many books (We are all re-reading “The Cat who ….” books, in order.), the day was a glorious, high altitude, blue sky with bright white clouds moving across it. My brother and nephew decided it was time to release the Yellow Jeep from its Winter home and see if it would still run. Well, the ’52 Willys did run and they moved it to the flat lot across the street from our house.
Soon there were three old jeeps pulled into the lot and the old men of town (note, they are mostly in my age range) were having a discussion. I wasn’t part of it, but soon after three or four of the men took off for Battle Park (or above) with three big dogs. One of whom not only does not ride in the jeep, she runs carrying a log (not a branch—think 5 or six inches) the whole way and continues to run the whole time they are there and then back home. One day, she even ran with the jeep to the top of Tomichi Pass and back home (about 3 miles and from 10,000 feet to about 10,450 ft ).
Later that day Brid climbed over the driver’s seat and onto the bench in the back because there is no passenger seat and the floor on that side is not only a little rusty, but rather high to climb into. Her son drove her up beyond Battle Park and back. She enjoyed the rough ride and they are trying to use up old gas so new gas can be put into the tank.