This reminds me of the "rubber tree" my boyfriend and I made when I was in high school. It was deep in the woods and very private. His name was Russell and I was with him from age 15-20, so you can imagine how many rubbers were on that tree!! When we were getting bored with the tree we started to add colors. That was fun! Memories are a beautiful thing! Now you have me thinking about the shoe tree again! My husband, Tony, wears a size 14. Yeah Baby!!!!
Whatever size a UK 11 is, is what i have.
And big shoes = sexual virility
here people leave their shows on the high tension eletricity cables.
Much worst...
I have zero poetic ability, but looking at those pictures makes me want someone to write a poem about it. Thanks Ringo for my moment of zen for the day
The last picture Tay was taken early in the morning at 6000 feet just below Lake Davis. The fog was coming off the lake.
The mountain range is all od Plumas County.
That is our back road short cut to Portola from our Cabin.
22 miles instead of 25 miles.
Yes it's a dirt road till 1/2 mile from Lake.
A poem eh?
My heart has been shaken up too much to spit out any good poety I am afraid.
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