We spotted another turtle while on a grocery ride:
Although this is certainly meddling in the turtle’s affairs, it seemed reasonable on a torrid day with plenty of hot asphalt to cross:
I made the (possibly unwarranted) assumption that the turtle wanted to cross the road; I’ve been wrong before.
In any event, this must be what teleportation feels like:
There’s not really much on that side of the road, other than an inactive oil spill site left over from when Love Oil ran a tank farm. That’s why it’s called Love Rd, of course.
Perhaps someone else will help the turtle cross the road in the other direction…
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 