A Toast to Tire Jacks and Mountain Lions

First, I would like to thank all the powers that be for not ending the world yesterday.

Apparently, the world was supposed to end yesterday and—once again, thankfully—I missed it.  I am still here.  This time around, the fey prediction of the end came from eBible Fellowship.  At least we are now incorporating in internet into the nutty predictions of doom that have been following us around like a stray dog for the last two-thousand years.  Perhaps this is a step in the correct direction to reach our doom. 

Now to the toast.

Upon leaving Shelter Cove yesterday morning, we opted for a somewhat “sketch” dirt road shortcut through the King Mountains.

Four things about that:

One: Did not make it through.

Two: Got stuck in a deep and boulder-strewn spring’s crossing.  We extricated ourselves after the girls gathered a bunch of sticks and rocks so I could use the tire jack to raise the car and crib under the tires to gain traction.  After a half-hour or so, we freed the car again.

Three: Saw a mountain lion as we retreated back to the main road.

Four: I had one of the best days I have had in a very long time with my two girls.

Upon reaching San Francisco late in the evening, we raised our glass in a toast to tire jacks and mountain lions.

Cheers!

 --Mitchell Hegman