I spend a lot of time driving. Many times my boyfriend texts me and I need to text him right back or he gets pretty crazy!
Other times, my sister texts, or a friend, and I like to get right back to them. I only text really quick, but lots of times people will honk their horn or yell out their window as they pass me, and I don’t know why they can’t just let me be. I only text when it’s important and I think I should be able to!
What’s the speed limit on Highway 18 anyway? I don’t slow down that much! I’d pull into a turnout, but then I’d have to get back on the highway and traffic is getting nuts up here! So many bad drivers!
Hassled on Hwy 18
I see only one question among your ramblings: “What’s the speed limit on Highway 18?”
My answer is: 55, 45, 35, 30 and 15. But when you are texting, the speed limit is ZERO.
The mountain has been hit with the worst snowstorm in 50 years. A minimum of five feet of snow fell and it kept falling. Residents are stuck in their homes worried sick that their roofs will collapse under the weight of the snow. At the Dear Sidney cabin, we are on Day #13 of no plow, no boots on the ground—except for mine—and total abandonment by San Bernardino County Public Works. I’m out of bourbon and my little doggie is a wreck. In order to find my car, I must shovel a few thousand pounds of the fluff, while falling in up to my waist.
As far as choosing this time in mountain history to draw attention to your reckless behavior and the needs of your jealous boyfriend, shame on you. Grab a shovel and get out there!
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