Scooter racing

Scooter racing
After parking for the night, we'll still have time for a little racing

Thursday, 11 February 2016

Spooks and Pod People

Up we went into the Gila Mountains on a quest to find how many trucks you can fit onto a desert plateau.  Turns out the answer was 7.   Seriously, though, the real purpose of the evening was to go up to Spook Mountain in the hopes of seeing the mysterious lights and mists that appear on moonless nights.  The lights/mists are blamed variously on trains, planes or automobiles.  Personally, I think they've hired someone to do lighting effects.  Even National Geographic has failed to find the source of the mists.  At any rate, the lights appeared as scheduled for about an hour:  big flashes of a grayish-green light that appeared and disappeared within the blink of an eye.
A bunch of old people getting
 ready to get glowing

But the real mystery was about to happen.  At precisely 8 p.m., with no audible or visible signal that I could perceive, everyone over the age of 65 got up, folded their chairs, packed up their coolers and got into their cars.  What I want to know is if they (and by they, I mean of course the government) implant something into you when you turn 65 that functions like a timer.  It buzzes you awake at 6 a.m., triggers hunger pangs at 4 p.m. and at 8 p.m, the timer shuts you down.  Lights out by 9 p.m. or else.

Hmmmm.....maybe that's it.  Lights out at 9 p.m.  Maybe pensioners all start to glow with an inexplicable mist once the lights go out and "they" don't want others to know about it.  Maybe that's what Spook Mountain is.... just a bunch of old people wandering around.  I'll have to tell National Geographic.

PS....RRR appears to be immune to the Phosphorescent Old Dudes (POD) syndrome.  I can't get her to go to bed until 1 a.m., on a good night.  We've come close to seeing several sunrises since she got here (and not because we got up early!).  I'm so tired that I'm almost looking forward to my POD implant.

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