'73 Caprice thing was a reference to the vehicle I occupied with Dad on the annual vacation we made into the woods. In 1976 we made vacation in the Continental Divide. We endeavored to find that parcel of land that they'd bought that used to be parcel to the Hartsel Ranch. The Hartsel Ranch at one time comprised 1/3 of Colorado proper.
If you remember the Caprice of olden tyme, then you know what 1/3 of a state actually is. Nevertheless, there were times we had to get all the crap out of the Caprice.
I just spoke with Dad. And he remembers the incidents quite well. First because he/Mom lost their shorts in the Hartsel Ranch deal, but secondly, when I mentioned he and I poring over the maps on the picinic tables.
Thing was, he was adamant that we didn't get topo-maps because of our "prospecting"; we got "county" maps after that fiasco.
Immediately I interjected: but if you remember, they STILL weren't good enough.
He didn't say much.
When I interjected that I wanted to go some place (usually some abandoned mine or something) he whipped out the topo-map and slammed me with: "We can't get there from here in enough time."
It was ALWAYS a struggle between me an him.
Look. James had an "adult" im the car with him. If Dad got us into a problem back in '76 in the mountains of Colorado, the two of us would've gotten ourselves out of it. No doubt 'bout it. The road we were on we'd never have pursued in the winter. NEVER.
Its something more than just the branched scraping on the top of the car, its the road itself. We'd have backed up.
And I tell you that way before the incessent "Nya nhe nah niya, do you know where your going? Maybe we should stop to ask for directions." I tell you one thing: I grew up with maps, I know maps, and I die by maps. Maps are who I am. I plot maps, I diagram them, I AM the map-maker.
That's what they teach me in school: maps. They teach me how to map data's existance, processing, disappearance. I'm a map guru. I've been taught how to map logical/physical essence of systems. I've been taught to plot the flow of data, and whom it affects. I've been taught to plot processes and their dependence upon data.
I'm going to run down into a ravine and kill myself.
And I tell you that way before the incessent "Nya nhe nah niya, do you know where your going? Maybe we should stop to ask for directions." <<<<<<<<<
Have a problem with females, do you? Didn't get a copy of the "directions" gene in your allotment?
>>>>>>>>>>The road we were on we'd never have pursued in the winter. NEVER.<<<
Have they changed the starting date for winter?? In OR, I believe it hasn't started yet. If you're referring to snowing rather than the season of winter, then they didn't think they were going on a snowy road.
The weather had been in the 90's in the part of CA where I live during Nov., so I guess getting stuck in snow wouldn't have occurred to everyone driving north, though it probably should have (I personally check weather before I go most everywhere, but that's me).