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Wild cow and Druish Deities



I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved.

Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California.

130 Miles

26% grade

9624 at the summit

4 hours to drive this route

This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows.

A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Comments

WickedHamster said…
Wild cows, flying cows, when did we all get so bovine?
5:17 PM
WickedHamster said…
Given the pic, does this mean cows are now counted among "woodland creatures"???
5:19 PM
Anonymous said…
Holy crap. I was wondering where she had gotten off to. Please send her back to Wisconsin.

Those dang "Happy Cows" from California are always luring my good heifers out there for a good time...
8:25 PM
Anonymous said…
I vote to keep cows out of the "Woodland Creature" club. They really have no purpose other than to provide leather jackets and steaks. I don't mean to be prejudiced against cows, but they really taste good.
10:11 PM
Anonymous said…
normal people do not add an additional 4 hour scenic "shortcut" onto an already 15 hour "commute" home ;/
10:43 PM
Anonymous said…
Ah, but if he was normal . . .

Cute cow, wonderful places. Adding a little pleasure along the way makes working on the road so much more tolerable.

DG
9:22 AM
Anonymous said…
Well, DG has a point there . . .
10:56 AM
WickedHamster said…
The belief that cows taste better than rodents is a concept some of us would very much like to continue to cultivate.
2:53 PM
Anonymous said…
Amen brother... Especially after that horrible "Ground Squirrel and Woodchuck Kabob" thing.
3:17 PM
Woodchuck said…
"Cat" the other white meat.....
4:13 PM
Anonymous said…
I like chocolate milk
11:10 AM
Anonymous said…
I like strawberry, but I have yet to see the elusive, magicial Pink "Stawberry Milk" cow. But I know she is out there, because one night after a few cocktails, I saw a pink elephant.
11:38 AM
Anonymous said…
she's pictured over on Wicked Hamster's blog . . . udder-ly disgusting
6:04 PM
Woodchuck said…
Kel made a "pun"...look out the world is comming to an end...
7:09 PM
Me said…
How do you know it's a wild cow? Did he tell you he was wild?

(A buffalo talked to me in my dream last night... so, really talking cows aren't that far fetched either. Truly... if a woodchuck can talk, so can cows.)
11:19 PM
Woodchuck said…
Hey, Woodchucks can talk, we just can't dance.

I'm sure that it was a wild cow, he had that "hey, I'm a wild cow on a walk about" type of look in the eye.
9:48 AM
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