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anymore. Even when they're cleared. I just can't do it.
When I emerged from the shower, Sam and Howard had finished eating. Sam asked, "Shouldn't we have felt aftershocks, if that really was an earthquake?"
"Not necessarily." Howard replied, "When I lived in San Diego years back, I found you wouldn't feel a small one unless you were standing still. If you were moving around you wouldn't notice and it'd have to be a big one to wake you up. Since we've been driving around the 24 hours after that 'quake I'd say we wouldn't notice any aftershocks."
"I agree, Howard so I still don't know if it was an earthquake or the results of an explosion. We may never find out."
They said their good nights and headed to bed. The sun had a couple of hours yet to set but we were too tired to care. It cast a shadow of purples and blues across the rocky landscape changing in depths and hues as the sun sank lower on the horizon adding reds and yellows to the mix. No clouds were in the sky to stop the glow as it slowly draped itself over the sleepy town. You could already hear the songs of the coyotes as they played in the desert and crickets were gearing up for a loud song fest when it got dark. I finished my meal that I really didn't taste and sat on the broken curb in front of the Folsom Hotel and sipped my water.
"Do you think it will be any better tomorrow?" asked Sarah.
"I doubt it. We have to go through some more populated areas to get to the west side of the state and into the mountains. I reckon we'll see more walkers and traffic jams so I don't think it's gonna be much better. Although, if you think about it, today was about the worst it could be."
"No kidding. I didn't think Duke knew that many dirty words. Mandy tried a few on for size so I'm going to have to speak to her about it. Not tonight though, I'm just too damned tired."
"Yes, I hear ya there. I'm gonna turn in. You all have a good one. If you see Mason, let him know I'm down for the count, would ya."
"No problem, goodnight JD." she wandered off in the direction of the Dukemobile looking so out of place in this ghost town that words just couldn't describe it. I saw he'd tired a piece of Hawaiian material around his antenna, which made me smile.
I pulled myself up into the truck, stripped to my undies and climbed between the sheets before going out like a light. I don't recall Mason coming to bed but I felt him sometime in the night, curled up behind me, snoring lightly.
Morning came too early. My body was pissed at me and didn't want to do what I wanted it to. Kinks and knots had me moaning like a 80 year old and getting dressed was proving to be quite the feat. I was cranky anyway until I had my coffee so my day was ruined before I made it out of the truck.
Mason met me halfway to Lacy's RV smiling like he'd told a joke and holding the mug at arms length in front of him. Smart ass! I smiled and took it from him, and accepted the coffee flavored kiss he offered before we walked back to the RV for breakfast. He hadn't gotten up long before me. The morning was misty and cool, although we knew the sun would take care of all that and it'd be hotter than Hades in an hour or two.
The land looked shrouded with a dress of lacy mist as it clung to nearly every leaf and twig it could. The coyotes had gone to bed and a few of the birds were trying to court before it got too hot. A movement caught my eye and when I looked I almost blew coffee from my nose. One, two...no let me see, seven chickens scratched a small spot in the yard behind the supply company and when Mason saw what I was looking at he grabbed my bow and arrow and whistled for the guys. They had a special whistle they used to get each others attention. Manly type stuff, ya know what I mean.
As the men ran around chasing
When I emerged from the shower, Sam and Howard had finished eating. Sam asked, "Shouldn't we have felt aftershocks, if that really was an earthquake?"
"Not necessarily." Howard replied, "When I lived in San Diego years back, I found you wouldn't feel a small one unless you were standing still. If you were moving around you wouldn't notice and it'd have to be a big one to wake you up. Since we've been driving around the 24 hours after that 'quake I'd say we wouldn't notice any aftershocks."
"I agree, Howard so I still don't know if it was an earthquake or the results of an explosion. We may never find out."
They said their good nights and headed to bed. The sun had a couple of hours yet to set but we were too tired to care. It cast a shadow of purples and blues across the rocky landscape changing in depths and hues as the sun sank lower on the horizon adding reds and yellows to the mix. No clouds were in the sky to stop the glow as it slowly draped itself over the sleepy town. You could already hear the songs of the coyotes as they played in the desert and crickets were gearing up for a loud song fest when it got dark. I finished my meal that I really didn't taste and sat on the broken curb in front of the Folsom Hotel and sipped my water.
"Do you think it will be any better tomorrow?" asked Sarah.
"I doubt it. We have to go through some more populated areas to get to the west side of the state and into the mountains. I reckon we'll see more walkers and traffic jams so I don't think it's gonna be much better. Although, if you think about it, today was about the worst it could be."
"No kidding. I didn't think Duke knew that many dirty words. Mandy tried a few on for size so I'm going to have to speak to her about it. Not tonight though, I'm just too damned tired."
"Yes, I hear ya there. I'm gonna turn in. You all have a good one. If you see Mason, let him know I'm down for the count, would ya."
"No problem, goodnight JD." she wandered off in the direction of the Dukemobile looking so out of place in this ghost town that words just couldn't describe it. I saw he'd tired a piece of Hawaiian material around his antenna, which made me smile.
I pulled myself up into the truck, stripped to my undies and climbed between the sheets before going out like a light. I don't recall Mason coming to bed but I felt him sometime in the night, curled up behind me, snoring lightly.
Morning came too early. My body was pissed at me and didn't want to do what I wanted it to. Kinks and knots had me moaning like a 80 year old and getting dressed was proving to be quite the feat. I was cranky anyway until I had my coffee so my day was ruined before I made it out of the truck.
Mason met me halfway to Lacy's RV smiling like he'd told a joke and holding the mug at arms length in front of him. Smart ass! I smiled and took it from him, and accepted the coffee flavored kiss he offered before we walked back to the RV for breakfast. He hadn't gotten up long before me. The morning was misty and cool, although we knew the sun would take care of all that and it'd be hotter than Hades in an hour or two.
The land looked shrouded with a dress of lacy mist as it clung to nearly every leaf and twig it could. The coyotes had gone to bed and a few of the birds were trying to court before it got too hot. A movement caught my eye and when I looked I almost blew coffee from my nose. One, two...no let me see, seven chickens scratched a small spot in the yard behind the supply company and when Mason saw what I was looking at he grabbed my bow and arrow and whistled for the guys. They had a special whistle they used to get each others attention. Manly type stuff, ya know what I mean.
As the men ran around chasing
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