North to Alaska
Did you ever want to write a novel? Did you ever wonder where authors get their character ideas?
I confess I never wanted to write anything or thought I could for that matter but an e-mail from Oz two years ago changed all that. But if I did want to write a novel I think the mother lode of characters could be derived from the Alaska Highway.
Traveling was deceptively good for the most of today. Beautiful scenery good roads 65 mph a little rain, but nothing to speak of. Remember I said deceptively, because about 4:00 p.m. all of that changed in a hurry.
Stone Mountain was where it started road repairs. I think I already told you about the road construction up here with an oil basecoat then top cover of gravel. Well here they have patched the road using the same method. Thankfully they put up signs that say Loose gravel on road thats the first key that things are going to get dicey real soon. You learn to look for telltale signs the centerline disappears in the distance indicating a recent patch you see a dust cloud up ahead as a truck comes toward you he hit the patch. And when you come sailing around the first corner and oops theres a patch with loose gravel right in front of your front wheel as you are leaned over in the corner well, remember I said the first corner because the second corner and every corner and every brow of a hill you come over get off the gas chances are excellent that loose gravel awaits you.
Muncho Lake is the stop for tonight I hope the pictures (below) will convey some of the beauty of this place. A deliciously green lake surrounded by mountains and a lodge that could pass for the Bates Motel and a place to draw character sketches if only in my imagination.
Scenes from Muncho Lake[photogallery/photo1794/real.htm]
Who is this lady traveling with three kids? Three bikes on the back of the mini-van they ride for a few minutes after dinner to work out the kinks from riding in the car all day.
The bleach blonde traveling alone everything she owns loaded into or strapped on top of an old Grand Prix just she and her Black Lab and she never looks anyone in the eye.
A skinny Grizzly Bear on two legs hes a man, but long hair, long beard hump between the shoulders no teeth pants 5 sizes too big with suspenders and rubber shoes. A hat that looks like my daddys fedora from 1950 and it looks like hes been wearing it that long and driving a brand new BMW 720 there has to be a story there.
And if I had all summer, I would just sit on the porch at the Muncho Lodge and watch all the characters drive through character just like me I have a story and they have a story but I guess we just never have time to just sit and tell and hear stories.
Thats my story.
So to you and Iowa Sioux and Tasha, Malinois, Ohio I say goodnight from Muncho
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