Monday, June 27, 2011


The unending variety of gorgeous flowers are so breathtaking it causes you to puke your guts out, which is the normal reaction to the flowers on Glirka. ( It’s O.K. Everybody does it.)
Feeling better now, you look out to the horizon.
It is a surreal, dreamlike scene that resembles a newly discovered “Van Gogh” masterpiece; only bigger!
The mixed pink, purple and yellow mountains of Glirka are shaped like “Devo “ hats. (Remember; Upside down flower pots.)
(Warning! Venturing too close to these unique mountains can cause ZITS due to the natural chemicals they emit!)
ANCIENT GLIRKAZOID POEM

Our mountains look like “Devo” hats,
Or maybe Mayan temples,
But never get too close to them,
‘cause they will give you pimples!








My “ mean little red haired sister” lived in L.A. when I hike -hitched there.
( Fact is, she is not REALLY mean at all. The next section will prove it.)
Dee-Dee,( My M.L.R.H. sister’s REAL name) and her husband Stan( a, truly, great and kind man) TREATE






D me to Catalina Island, Hoover Dam, Yosemite Park, Palm Springs ( We went WAY up on that ski-lift thing and overlooked Palm Springs) and DISNEYLAND!
So it was plain to see how much my “mean little red haired sister” had changed since she tried to kill me as a child.
Catalina Island? Did someone just mention Catalina Island?
“Heavens to Mergatroid!”
The most exciting, thrilling, unbelievable phenomenon, happened to me on Catalina Island!
O.K., O.K. Let me set this up exactly the way it happened.
I kept thinking I saw movie stars, everywhere we went in California.
Elizabeth Taylor at Disneyland, Clint Eastwood in Palm Springs, John Wayne at a Napa Valley Winery.
Of course, they were NEVER the real thing. Just look-alikes.



At least I had the forethought to stuff my pockets with t






oilet paper when I was in Boulder. ( Leaves are not very efficient and you’re taking a big gamble with them!)
Oh, crap! (To coin a phrase.) The “cockadoodie” toilet paper had disintegrated from the stream water and I was “s_ _t out luck”, “up s_ _t creek without a paddle!” S_ _t fire! (Please shield that last part from the kiddies. Thank you.)
Excuse me, but I need to stop the story for awhile and go to the “Labonza.”
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