Creek Running North

Of course, my understanding of the world tails off at about the Sierras.  There are the lovely White Mountains past that, and then I think that dragons roam around in mesas or something before you get to a big huge cliff that drops off forever.

Truckee: gateway to Europe.

What is Europe?

Megan, you may know it better by the Bush pronunciation - “Yurp”.

Isn’t Lake Lahontan, and then some big ice-sheets, out past Truckee?

Calcutta is the state between Oklahoma and Connetticcutt right?

That would be Okalkutta.

*guffaws*

...then remembers she’s at work, whoops!

And as I’ve always suspected:  the south is totally nonexistent.

I particularly appreciated how Utah is south of Las Vegas. Um. not.

I always think of California as one big blob of Californiosity.

I once had an Easterner insist to me, heatedly and vociferously, that Iowa is south of South Dakota and north of Nebraska.  Nothing would convince him—not even telling him that I grew up in Iowa and had some firsthand knowledge of the subject.  Unfortunately we were nowhere near a map at the time. 

Does anyone besides me remember the Duck’s Breath Mystery Theatre parody of Oh Calcutta? 

Oh, Calcutta!
Kama Sutra, Yoga and the re-est!
Oh, Calcutta!
Conway Twitty!
Of all the English colonies you’re the best!

Mandos, Mandos, Mandos.

Bah.  Those words aren’t right.  The old memory is fading on me.

Hee.

I remember at least one acquaintance in the Midwest wondering whether I ever “just” visited San Francisco for the weekend on a whim - when I was living in San Diego.

Um… no.

This misunderstanding of the scale of California geography goes back a good ways—I remember reading a bit of correspondence from the 1930s (or 1920s - it’s been a while) between the BIA headquarters back in DC and the local agent for Southern California, in which the agent was trying to explain why, yes, he did need a car to administer all of the reservations in the area (which ran from north of LA, east to the area around Joshua Tree, and south to the border - which even today requires at minimum 4 hours one way to go from one corner to the next, driving like a nut during off hours on modern freeways), and that, unlike what his superior thought, San Francisco was not just down the road from Los Angeles.

I remember at least one acquaintance in the Midwest wondering whether I ever “just” visited San Francisco for the weekend on a whim - when I was living in San Diego.

Um… no.

And my feelings are still hurt.

Snif.

*pat pat*

Shall I fling a virtual chocolate at you?  :)