June 12
Early summer is one of my favorite times of year: the mornings dawn cool, but the afternoons warm to the eighties and nineties. The trees have leafed out now, and the garden shows its promise. The native plants in the field have not yet passed for the summer. It is perhaps the land at its most beautiful.
This afternoon, I take the Kawasaki up on Jackrabbit Mountain, about ten miles west of us. With a fabulous view of the whole valley before me, I sit under a tree and eat a sandwich. The smell of pinion and cedar fills the air, and a pair of hawks soars overhead. I love where I live, but a trip to the mountain always makes me feel even better. The trees stand in marked contrast to the sagebrush of the valley floor. Afterwards, I drive my car to Parowan to visit the bank and top off the gas tank. Keeping the tank full has become a routine for us: however high the price of gas, there's a good chance it will be higher tomorrow. At well over $5 a gallon, we've had to plan our trips carefully.
It’s hard to believe, but today the price jumped another forty cents—since two days ago. I know oil production in Mexico has fallen off, and Iraq and Nigeria are unpredictable, but this is crazy! I’m supposed to drive a hundred and sixty miles to St. George and back tomorrow, for a doctor's appointment, and that’s going to be expensive.
I wonder how the truckers do it— but the answer is, some don't. Already, we see fewer semis on the I-15, the main artery between the Rocky Mountain states and California.
This afternoon, I take the Kawasaki up on Jackrabbit Mountain, about ten miles west of us. With a fabulous view of the whole valley before me, I sit under a tree and eat a sandwich. The smell of pinion and cedar fills the air, and a pair of hawks soars overhead. I love where I live, but a trip to the mountain always makes me feel even better. The trees stand in marked contrast to the sagebrush of the valley floor. Afterwards, I drive my car to Parowan to visit the bank and top off the gas tank. Keeping the tank full has become a routine for us: however high the price of gas, there's a good chance it will be higher tomorrow. At well over $5 a gallon, we've had to plan our trips carefully.
It’s hard to believe, but today the price jumped another forty cents—since two days ago. I know oil production in Mexico has fallen off, and Iraq and Nigeria are unpredictable, but this is crazy! I’m supposed to drive a hundred and sixty miles to St. George and back tomorrow, for a doctor's appointment, and that’s going to be expensive.
I wonder how the truckers do it— but the answer is, some don't. Already, we see fewer semis on the I-15, the main artery between the Rocky Mountain states and California.
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