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…