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or )n le Community News Pahrump Valley Gazette, Thursday, August 21, 1997 2,3 III [I ,I,II Vacation farewell Arrived Baker 8 p.m. Friday evening. The World's Tallest Thermometer greeted us with a temperature of 115. Smoke from the forest fires near Los Angeles filled the hot desert air with a dark pungent smoke. Friday evening Las Vegas traffic was on the move and the town was full as folks from the interstate lined up for food and fuel. Home. Back in good old Baker. No more cool Pacific breezes. No more misty morning fog horns greeting the pale dawn. This is the desert, and we are home. Left Oregon two days earlier. We aimed for the 1-5 freeway and shaped up for a straight shot back to the desert. Left Winchester Bay at 9 a.m. and drove along the green anks of the Umpqua River for :e first few miles. The road In The Thermometer's Shadow wound up into the hills and at by Mike Dougherty koseberg, we entered Interstate 5. We jammed a Beatles tape into the stereo, turned it up to 1967 and let the little green Escort fly down the interstate. Long, long miles. Trees and hills and thinning forests and a million trucks, and we're back in California. We assure the agriculture station inspector that we're not smuggling in anything green and it's over the hill into the shadow of Mount Shasta. We avoid all the exciting short cuts that take us through Reno and Tonopah. We keep the little Escort pointed south until we hit Sacramento at sundown. The map shows a simple joining with Highway 99, but the good traffic engineers of Sacramento believe in keeping it challenging. Confusion reins in the fading light of day, but only one false exit is taken resulting in a brief tour of downtown Sacramento. Traffic thins as we continue on Highway 99. Tired to the point of mumbling, eyes full of too many highway miles, and haven't felt my feet for the last 100 miles. A sign pulls us onto a side road and we find the world's most uncomfortable motel. People were friendly, everything worked, and it was clean enough, but it was small and cramped. Shirley got the outside while I sought slumber jammed up against the wall. Morning was much better. The motel folks had coffee and rolls available and they were friendly and cheerful. We listened to a few sure enough truck driver stories from our breakfast companions, dumped the empty styro cups, and were again south hound by 8 a.m. The road continued to unwind under the singing wheels of the little Escort. Road signs were a wee confusing - or maybe I was a bit confused - but eventually the signs began to indicate the nearness of Bakersfield. Bakersfield, here we turn onto highway 58 that will take us over the Tehachapi mountains, through Mojave, and finally into Barstow. Barstow and the sun is still shining. We buy a few grocer- ies, find our last traveling restroom, drink the last of our ice water and it's off to Baker. At last. Two weeks of being strangers and the tall thermom- eter rises out of the desert to welcome us home. Naturally the newspaper racks need filling and die answering machines are blinking steadily, but it's home. Shirley begins to unload the luggage while I switch on the power and turn on the water. I use the hose to fill the swamp cooler and power it up to start dropping the temperature in our double wide. The vacation was a great trip through Fantasy Land, but it feels mighty good to be home. The refrigerator is warm and will take a while to cool. The toilet is making funny noises and there's a bit of dust on the furniture. Obviously the wind has been active because there are a few new tiles decorating the lawn. The neighbor boy has kept the lawn green (this will be remembered at Christmas, because he refused to accept pay). The neighbor lady has bought a new Ford automobile. Life seems to have gone on without us. The vacation is behind us. Did it ever really happen? Did we go all of those green and cool places? Did we really ride in boats and drive through forests that met in a green shadowy tangle above the road? Were there really small coastal towns that with their Victorian architecture seemed to live in the last century? My photographs show beautiful young women at a festival in Edmonds. I have left a few cans of beer whose brands are strange. Somehow I shot a dozen rolls of film, and when in doubt, I bought post cards. I stocked up on motor oil in Oregon, good price and no sales tax. We ate different kinds of seafoods in a multitude of restaurants. We met a lot of nice people and a few old grouches, like myself. It was a grand and glorious trip. Shirley and I could not have been happier. It takes only a moment of reflection to realize that we live very well in the richest country the world has ever known. We are very blessed to be able to enjoy our lives to the fullest. Half the secret of having it made in this life is knowing when you do. We had a spectacular two weeks. We wish that you all may take a few days from your cares and enjoy the world around us. Farewell to a great vacation. I IIII II IIIII I S.moke SI00I. al$ Indian Trading Post Authentic Indian Jeweky SummerSped00s Open 7 Days a Week maian Owned 10 a.m. - 5 p.m. Operated (Near 160 & Basin) Around Amargosa with Andrea by Andrea Lynn Can you believe the summer is already over, and it's time to go back to school ? The high school kids have been going to vol- leyball and football practice, and all kids have been getting sports physicals. School starts on August 25. All the teachers and staff are looking forward to a great year. There are quite a few new teachers at the Amargosa Elememary/Middle School. David Banks will be dividing his time between here and Beatty teaching music. The science and technology teacher is Keith Warner, math and eighth grade literature will be taught by Randy Porter. Alan Porter is the new ESL teacher. Pre-school will be taught by Lorraine MacElawny, and the kids will he fed by Raquel Vasquez and her assis- tant Luann Britton this year. We welcome the new teachers to the valley and the school. Don't forget bingo is now held at the Senior Center. 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