The Fine Line of Reality

Aug 12, 2016 | 2 comments

Glass Buttes, Rockhounds' Paradise

Glass Buttes, Rockhounds’ Paradise

It’s not unusual to feel warm and fuzzy about getting back home after a long trip.  But, our arrival back in Oysterville last night came after only two nights away and, in all honesty, I felt that I had come back from the great beyond.  Not that we hadn’t had a fine time on our Obsidian Trek to Glass Buttes, because we did.  No complaints there!  It was the betwixt-and-between parts of our trip that gave it a surreal quality.

In the News

In the News

Expedition-wise, I was the designated photographer.  The world will have to take my word for the fact that I did a fine job, though, because all but two or three of my (no doubt prize-winning) pictures simply disappeared.  Without warning.  I tried to send them from smart phone to computer but, according to the helpful young techie at the Verizon store, they didn’t end up anywhere retrievable,  Not in a storage file.  Not in ‘the cloud.’  Nowhere,  They simply evaporated between devices.

Then there was the television ‘news’ in our motel room being piped in from channels we don’t get here in Oysterville.  Unbelievable clips of Trump declaring unequivocally (over and over) that “Obama founded ISIS.”  And then this week’s fabulous Time magazine cover showing the dissolving candidate and titled simply “Meltdown.”  That, after a day out in Obsidian Land that could easily have passed as a moonscape.  Hard to keep a grip on reality!

A Disappointing Ride

A Disappointing Ride

To top it all off, we went to see “Star Trek Beyond.”   My advice: don’t bother.  Thin plot, sound track way too loud, repetitive special effects, and lame 3-D that didn’t even pull us half-way out of Earth’s gravity.  And the credits must be about the world’s longest!  We stayed until the bitter end and left feeling disenchanted rather than disembodied.  Hard to believe that so many people were involved in such a mediocre final result.  Some sort of job security program, no doubt.

Homecoming Welcome

Homecoming Welcome

We were greeted last night by the four smiling swallow babies on our front porch.  It felt like a welcome home and a reality check all in one.  They say travel broadens one but, mentally  anyway, we were stretched beyond credibility.  Good to be back in familiar territory!

2 Comments

  1. Stephanie Frieze

    This election cycle makes me want to get under the bed and be nobody, as my mother has been known to say. I try to limit my exposure and am praying to make it to November 9th without throttling someone.

    Reply
    • sydney

      I love that expression – “get under the bed and be nobody.” Perfect!

      Reply

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