So I gently leaned over and gave Grandpa a kiss on the lips while wrapping my arm around his bony shoulders. “How about it Grandpa? Take us to Coal City…you’ve gotta go check your water anyway up there…you know, make sure Fish and Game ain’t taking it all.” And with that he kissed me back while smiling and said, “I suppose you’re right.” So we packed up the Chevy Traverse I had on loan for this road trip and we made it up old, rocky mining roads and locked gates to go check some water.
We drove down from the mountains and into the Coal City area, parked the Chevy Traverse, and climbed the steps over the fence. My main reason to come here was to photograph this historical place, but having Grandpa there made it even more special because he could give us the history behind it.
Below us were dainty crimson desert flowers. Grandpa bent down, plucked a few flowers, and then proceeded to eat them. “I used to eat these when I was a little boy all the time. When I got older, I opened one up once and saw little black bugs come out of it. Ever since then I shake them upside down a little bit to make sure I don’t get any bugs stuck in my teeth…just the thought!”
“Dead animals I bet,” I replied.
“I bet dead wives…that perfume bottle top was probably one of theirs,” Grandpa retorted.
He’s so funny.
“I bet they’re human…most likely someone’s dead wife,” Grandpa smirked.
Disclosure: Chevrolet sponsored my road trip to Utah with the 2010 Chevy Traverse mentioned in this post. Not that I wouldn’t have gone to Utah without it, just trying to keep the FCC off my back. Oh yah, and I appreciate it Chevrolet.