Scratched into the concrete of a Fort Hancock bunker, this is the work of primitive men. Cavemen, perhaps.
Someone clearly took great care to share their art with the world. And the artist, ever in touch with the rules of life, with their finger on the pulse of how the world works reminds us of the first rule of bein’ cool: “When in doubt… PEEL OUT!“
I finally spotted one of the 666 routes. This one was in Virginia:
I have this other photo of the route sign that I wasn’t originally going to post. I kinda sorta realized that the way I shot the pic makes it look like it’s pointing at Kenny like Kenny is devil. But then I realized if I only told you about the pic it wouldn’t be the same. So… Sorry, babe!
I moseyed on over to The Google Maps to find VA Route 666. Imagine my surprise when I found nothing more than a stick and an arrow. The 666 sign is not visible.
Maybe it was a ghost sign? You know, like one of those phantom hitchhikers found in scary stories? The sign only appears to lure in curious travelers. But when the nosey Roseys get too close to it someone lunks ‘em on the head with a rolling pin and evil flying monkeys swoop in to carry them away to the Netherworld.
Flying monkeys are always bad news.
According to the all-knowing-ish Wikipedia, there are a few states (and countries) that have routes with the number of the beast like ~ Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Florida. I’m sure there are others. Does your state have one?
While sorting through GoPro pictures that were snapped during the 2012 Berkshire Big Adventure over the weekend I found another “Is This Thing On” self-portrait:
I have mastered the ability to not know whether my camera is running. It is always a bummer to find out that I missed capturing something good when I get back home. But all in all, having the GoPro shooting photos all day has been great. Love that little camera!