One time in the middle of the week in summer, when the kids were little, we were on vacation in the Cascades, went up a long dirt road to check out a remote campground. There was a couple with a VW bug, no one else up there; and they had a flat, and a spare but no jack. They were trying to do a thing with a log and a rock. I dug all the camping crud out of the way and got the jack that resides under the floor of the cargo area in my SW, and let him use that (He wouldn't let me help; I think he had packets of hashish in the wheel well and didn't want me to see) That was my good deed of the day, it was later rewarded by being inundated with chipmunks at an overlook, and in the evening just before dusk we were driving down a gravel road through a field, and a bunch of (Groundhogs? Moles? Gophers? Prairie Dogs?) whatever they were- popped up out of their little hills to have a look at us. I think that was one of my favorite trips. Someday all this snow, wind, rain, and cold will g...
