I decided to go out undercover today- in the white Ranger. Although I had no clue as to what the trip would bring, I discovered the scouts for Al Cowda- our local terrifying bovine thugs- and got photographic evidence of it!
But the journey must begin somewhere......
As it has been wet, things have sprouted, in many various shapes and colours and sizes:
My path took me through the enchanted bits of forests, passing what appears to be a reconstruction of an early Russian guard tower here on the California coast. The construction is very simple and, well, it's just large, big fat boards and posts, it is built in the same style as nearby Fort Ross, an early Russian post.
As I left the Fort Ross area, I entered the cow zone. Their souls trapped forever in this unending misty zone, trapped indeed by mere rails of steel, they lie in wait for the errant car driver or motorcycle rider......
Now these aren't no average cows. These are members of the dreaded Al Cowda, and they do their dirty work with the precision of a well tuned guitar. We've passed each other a lot, their arrogant sneers hardly masking their contempt as I ride by wearing full leathers, and I've seen them at work. Using deer and squirrels and raccoons as their minions, they try to thwart the unwary traveler by staging roadblocks and suicide ramming attacks. A well coordinated lot, they are hard to identify as they blend in seamlessly with the local bovine population.
That cow zone is an area best traversed with a watchful eye, for the evil Al Cowda will get you if they can!!!
Oh yeah, I also played "Ogg Make Thing With Fire" later on in the evening.....
Now that should be a right proper luggage rack when I'm finished!
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