880 feet of slogging each way
I’m not equipped to drive on deep dry sand. I’m only slightly better equipped to walk in it. Nonetheless, that’s what I did today out at Samoa Dunes Recreation Area. From the edge of the paved parking lot to the other side of the dunes is about two and a half football fields. But multiplying by the Wheezy Old Man Factor, it’s about a hundred miles. Uphill. Both ways. With a wind. (The wind part is true.) Once there, I flopped out on the sand, listened to the surf, and soaked up some dear sweet sunshine like a proper retired man should.
Walking in dry sand is about as hard as it gets. It wears you out in a hurry. Uphill is even a little worse. Re: your post of yesterday, a guy I used to work with long ago and far away used to rate resturants by how good the pepper shakers worked. The better they worked, the more we went back there for lunch. He drove the truck, and since I was a newbie, I had lunch wherever the pepper shakers worked the best.
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