My wonderful brother, Jetty Johnson.
We call what he's wearing The Driver's Hat. Looks almost as good on him as it does on me- wouldn't you say?
I love Hands photos. These are the hands of two of my favorite people in all the world.
JAK! shows Nina the space clay that surfaces here and there through the salt.
You pass Corinne; you pass the Golden Spike National Historic site*; you pass Thiokol** and sometimes see the most amazing enormous piecies of space machinery the size of a mansion being hauled on the back of a double-wide flatbed; you pass lots and lots of arid grassy ranchland; you never get bored because there's so much to see and so much to do with your fingers; you take the left fork in the road, and you're JAK!, en auto et almost there.
* The website for Golden Spike National Historic site is:
http://www.nps.gov/gosp/home.html/
** Thiokol's website is:
http://www.atk.com/
Johnson shows how to spread the love around, even to the furry and the spleenless.
JAK! shows Leaux how to get excited for our adventure. He is aided in this endeavor by coffee! Hats, spirals and coffee! Hooray!
First and last stop on the way to the jetty: gas station at Corinne, Utah. We meet up, fuel up, obtain snacks and hydrating liquids and purchase a pair of shiny green and red plastic Samurai Swords for $1.35.
Johnson, kind of going with a Chinese Migrant Worker theme with his costume, is fully jazzed about the Samurai Swords (also about Jesus! and refinancing!). Leaux, on the other hand, couldn't give two shits about Samurai Swords; which is ironic as it sort of looks like she's TAKING a shit in this picture.
JAK feels sure he can squeeze through there if he just limbers up a little...
While I was taking these "alias" pictures of Johnson, some girl was just under his chin trying to nuzzle up to him and I kept yelling, "Hay you're not in the picture!" Later I realized JAK may have wanted her to be in the picture, or at least to keep on nuzzlin'. Sorry, Johnson.
For Johnson it's always been without effort.