Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

Many hours of driving, and I think about $70 dollars of today's ultra-expensive gas later ($5/gallon today in Toronto for the good gas), and I'm back home (and a little sore in the legs)… I love getting out of the city. I don't know if I like the way the County I grew up in is continuing to gentrify though — half the stores are antique shops for rich people who want to buy a pre-fab mansion in the country and pretend it's a farmhouse. Maybe they can even pay some farmer to park his tractor on their lawn. Oh wait, no, they wouldn't want to hurt their manicured lawn.

Anyway… I was going to scout out MLS for properties tonight but it's getting late and I want to stick with my sleeping schedule because I've been feeling better as time goes by on it. So let me quickly post a few pictures from today's death-anniversary trip and then get to bed.

Looking north along Point Petre.	…and south as well (that's Saira who always comes along; I think we're the only two friends of the twins that go out there almost every year).	Getting the car to the water was insane because the roads had deep (foot+) ruts, drop offs, and big rocks… and my car is lowered! So there was a lot of “one wheel on the centre hump, one on the side of the road” type driving.	I took this same picture years ago with my Aztec 7, and with many of my other cars as well. It's one of my places to take cars to photo them I guess.
South view again.	Sitting on the water… I wish I could spend every day on water like this. I will soon enough I'm sure.	Water rolling off the limestone steps.	Splash-pools of water among the rocks. We did a little climbing and exploring too. Hope my theory that I'm not allergic to poison ivy is correct.
Parked at Little Bluff. This was quite a drive as well, over a deeply pitted gravel road, and then a very well maintained forest path.	I think this house is haunted but I'd love to use it as a movie set one day. I kind of want to have BMEFEST 2008 (not 2007; that one's planned already) be a week long movie shoot.	Sitting on the roots of a big oak tree cantilevered out over a cliff, looking at the water and the beach and the marsh and forest behind it. Is there a nicer place to relax?	This is after I realized the road we were on was so messed up with potholes that the only way we'd get through without bottoming out in a hole was to hit them at about sixty so we'd just “fly” over them. On the whole it worked…

When my car was being put into storage a couple years ago (I was going to sell it when I moved to Hawaii), the mechanic was both amused and I think a little irritated at just how much grass was inside it. I've offroaded it quite a lot over the years.

Well, I have a big chunk of BME stuff to post in the morning. See you then!