People often ask me: How does one go on vacation when one doesn’t really have a job? It’s easy, really. You do it on the cheap. You stay with your brother and borrow his car, and occasionally allow him to buy you lunch at Subway. You don’t feel too bad about it, because you tell yourself you’d be just as generous were the roles reversed.
Anyway, I’m still on vacation in Montana. Today we went up a long gravel road west of Butte to experience the Ringing Rocks. See the video above. Basically, you hit these otherwise normal boulders with a hammer or tire iron, and they ring like bells. Several different notes, too.
This the kind of thing you do in Montana when you have what seems like all the time in the world. It’s the month of August, so during the day the temperature can soar to maybe 84 degrees, and during the night it’ll drop to around 40. People around here are already talking about how it feels like fall. Last night we sat in the hot tub and searched the starry sky for remnants of the Perseid meteors. There weren’t any. But we didn’t care much.
Just to let you know I’m still thinking about maintaining the Warehouse. But just not thinking about it too hard at the moment.