Thank you - this gave me a great laugh.

This reminded me of one of my adventures:

My husband, brother and I had a bad habit of deciding to NOT go fishing on particular weekends. We would start drinking beer and playing pinochle on Friday night and too many times about 3:00 in the morning change our mind, get out the maps, pile in our 1949 purple Plymouth coupe and go fishing. (This was 1960-61)

I was the map reader and I found a nice looking lake on the north side of Mt. Tamalpias in Marin County. We lived across the bay in Contra Costa County so took the Richmond Bridge and went through Mill Valley.

About half way up the mountain we ran into fog - fog so heavy we could not see the center line or the sides of the road. So my husband leaned out the driver's side window and my brother leaned out the passenger side and I drove.

Ron would say "A little to the right."
Al would say "A little to the left."
At one point Al is yelling "To the left, to the left to the left."

We descended the mountain and came out of the fog right at sunrise and there before us was a beautiful lake. We got geared up and just as we started casting a Fish & Game Officer drove up.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"DUH?"
"Didn't you see the signs?"
"What signs?"
"The fishing restrictions signs. Fishing Monday through Friday only and only by residents of Marin County."
When we assured him we had not seen any sign he asked how cold we have gotten there without seeing the signs.
When we pointed up the mountain his face fell.
"You came over the mountain? You must be crazy." He chased us out. Besides the hang overs were starting to set in. We drove home around the lake into Ross.

The following weekend we decided to drive the route during daylight. Holy Crap! The passenger side of the road did not have any shoulders and the sever drop off was several thousand feet.

But that didn't cure us - there were other adventures in that old car.

Harriette
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