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Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Landing at The Head of Perfume Pass
August 12, 2014
Hit the road a little after noon and headed up Highway 93 with a car load of hardbound books and paintings. Hit rain just north of the Bagdad turnoff and it really started coming down. Visibility went down to about twenty yards and cars started pulling off to the side to wait it out. I kept moving, following a truck who was smashing through in a vapor trail of steam. Finally broke through the deluge just south of the Burro Creek Bridge, but it rained on and off all the way to Wikieup.
Landed at the head of Perfume Pass at four. Love these familiar buttes surrounding my hometown.
The Head of Perfume Pass: yes that is a train coming up the draw. What are the odds? Here is the other end of the pass, only 55 years earlier:
This is a screen capture from the movie "Edge of Eternity" from 1959 and the film will be one of the features at the very first Cine 66 Fim Festival to be held this weekend at the old Elks in downtown Kingman.
Unloaded my paintings at the Powerhouse Museum. Tomorrow we're working all day to install the multi-media show that will accompany the rollout of "The 66 Kid" on Thursday afternoon. Other events are planned for Friday, like this:
Nice shot of the Hualapais.
All of this is right around the corner from the old Biddolph-Dunton Ford Dealership where my father worked in the late 1940s. My grandfather was a Ford man and I am a Ford man, but even though he worked for Ford, my dad just loved cars, period.
"I wouldn't drive nothin' but a Ford. F-O-R-D, period. Ain't nothin' like a Ford. I wouldn't drive a chevrolet 'cause I can't spell it."