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Death Valley Equinox, more
So I had the two wisdom teeth out on Wednesday morning. That went well. I think I have les horrors about general anasthesia than I did before, but it's still disturbing that I have this hole in my existence there -- it's not like sleeping, where you have a sense of having been asleep -- you just don't have anything, it's like the plane of your existence has been folded and stapled and you walked from one point in time to another. Anyway, after I came home and crashed on the couch for a couple of hours, I threw together a strange anasthesia-haze collection of objects and the nice fellow and Frank drove us off. We had a strange huge dinner at the Roadhouse Grill in Bakersfield (it was pretty good, really, but huge) where they want you to throw peanut shells on the floor and the wait staff line dances at closing time. It was really adventurous getting to Wild Rose campground where we were to meet Zak because the most obvous road was closed and all the roads were narrow and windy and steep and had warning signs about falling rocks. I was naturally useless as a driver all this time because I was pretty heavily medicated.
We did get to Wild Rose after 3 in the morning and then slept in the car until about 6:30 and woke up to find Zak already making chocolate and wondrous little flowers all over the slopes of the campground and loud birds singing different songs from what they sing around here. Then we spent the rest of the day slowly tooling around the valley heading towards home in a way, ending up at the town of Shoshone for a late lunch where they were out of half the menu and refused to make milkshakes because they were overwhelmed with customers because of the "fucking flowers."
Some of the flowers smell like honey and some of them smell like tansy. On the valley floor they tend to grow in swathes -- one dominant species and a handful of others, the exact ones changing from place to place. And probably from time to time too but what do I know? I was in the valley for maybe eight and a half hours to see anything.
When you look at the desert you can imagine the earth when the first flowering plants grew. Now -- this is not what the earth looked like then. These are highly evolved, modern plants, even the ones that belong to "primitive" groups. But in most of the desert there is no loam. The ground is basically gravel. There are no ground covers. The plants grow spaced apart to give themselves enough room to take up moisture. And in most of the desert there is no grass, which is a very late plant group. So you can imagine it.
Edit: looking at my pictures I see there is much more grass than I remembered.
The most common flower I saw was a kind of evening primrose, and many of the flowers were entirely new to me.
In the next day or so I'll be putting up a gallery of my photos. You'll be able to see the elusive Zak, the orange fellow, the nice fellow, and me, among the rocks and flowers.
We did get to Wild Rose after 3 in the morning and then slept in the car until about 6:30 and woke up to find Zak already making chocolate and wondrous little flowers all over the slopes of the campground and loud birds singing different songs from what they sing around here. Then we spent the rest of the day slowly tooling around the valley heading towards home in a way, ending up at the town of Shoshone for a late lunch where they were out of half the menu and refused to make milkshakes because they were overwhelmed with customers because of the "fucking flowers."
Some of the flowers smell like honey and some of them smell like tansy. On the valley floor they tend to grow in swathes -- one dominant species and a handful of others, the exact ones changing from place to place. And probably from time to time too but what do I know? I was in the valley for maybe eight and a half hours to see anything.
When you look at the desert you can imagine the earth when the first flowering plants grew. Now -- this is not what the earth looked like then. These are highly evolved, modern plants, even the ones that belong to "primitive" groups. But in most of the desert there is no loam. The ground is basically gravel. There are no ground covers. The plants grow spaced apart to give themselves enough room to take up moisture. And in most of the desert there is no grass, which is a very late plant group. So you can imagine it.
Edit: looking at my pictures I see there is much more grass than I remembered.
The most common flower I saw was a kind of evening primrose, and many of the flowers were entirely new to me.
In the next day or so I'll be putting up a gallery of my photos. You'll be able to see the elusive Zak, the orange fellow, the nice fellow, and me, among the rocks and flowers.
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Interesting. I have less squickiness around general anesthesia than I do around sedation (which is what I got for my wisdom teeth) -- sedation is the same folded/stapled thing, except without even a technical loss of consciousness. Ew!
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But this surgeon was just so sure that it would be much better with me out that I decided to give it to him. I don't know if I did the right thing for me, though.
I like to be conscious, which might be why I'm still up at 1:00.