High Desert Memories - A Hometown Journal Commemorating Ridgecrest California
An Ode to China Lake . . .
 
China Lake
   
HOME SWEET HOME, IS LIKE A FRIEND, YOU LOVE THEM ANYWAY.

 
                    
    Bless this house, oh Lord,we cry.

                    Please keep it cool in mid-July.

                    Bless the walls where termites dine,While ants and
                    roaches march in time.

                    Bless our yard where spiders pass Fire ant castles in
                    the grass.

                    Bless the garage, a home to please Carpenter beetles,
                    ticks and fleas.

                    Bless the love bugs,two by two,The gnats, and
                    mosquitoes that feed on you.
  
                    Millions of creatures that fly or crawl, In China Lake,
                    Lord,  you've got them all!!

                   But this is home, and here we'll stay ,So thank you Lord,
                   for insect spray.

HOLD  IT there's more.  YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN
China Lake IN JULY WHEN...

                 The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the
                 ground.

                 The trees are whistling for the dogs.

                 The best parking place is determined by shade instead of
                 distance

                 Hot water now comes out of both taps.

                
     You can make sun tea instantly.

                 You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good
                 branding iron.

                 The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little
                 chilly.

                 You discover that in July it only takes 2 fingers to steer
                 your car.

                 You discover you can get sunburned through your car
                 window.

                 You actually burn your hand opening the car door.


                
     You break into a sweat  the instant you step outside
                 at 7:30 a.m.
          
                 Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get
                 knocked out, and end up lying on the pavement and
                 cook to death?"

                 You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.

                 The potatoes cook underground,so all you have to do
                 is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper. 
         
                 Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep
                 them from laying boiled eggs.

                 The cows are giving   evaporated milk. .......

                 Ah, what a  place to call home