I was checking out dispersed camping opportunities near Grants, New Mexico. Specifically I was driving along the side of El Malpais (the Badlands) national monument, a huge and rather recent volcanic lava field, all jumbled and black. Then I encountered a road crew doing some road repair. The flagman stopped my direction of traffic. Traffic was light so I didn't expect a long wait.
But after 10 minutes of waiting I was starting to get irked. Finally the escort truck came to our end, reversed his direction, and led us off. Some monstrous truck was laying down a 2 foot high strip of hot steaming smelly asphalt, followed by another machine that spread it out to a uniform 4 inch thickness. Hey wait a minute...
All of a sudden I started smiling, if not giggling out loud. There was something about the juxtaposition that was just plain cute.
But after 10 minutes of waiting I was starting to get irked. Finally the escort truck came to our end, reversed his direction, and led us off. Some monstrous truck was laying down a 2 foot high strip of hot steaming smelly asphalt, followed by another machine that spread it out to a uniform 4 inch thickness. Hey wait a minute...
All of a sudden I started smiling, if not giggling out loud. There was something about the juxtaposition that was just plain cute.
Comments
(I'm expecting you to explain the irony--or joke tomorrow)
Box Canyon Mark
Unless we stay alert and appreciate the local genius of time and place, what is the point of traveling? It's just a waste of gasoline and money.
I made the connection before I read Randy's comment - yes, it does seem a little ironic.
On the other hand, snuggle bunny? Pleeeeeeez