This little pump was playing games. Every time Glenn tried pulling the lever to release gas it would click and stop within seconds. It didn't matter the angle, the force, the anger, the desperation, the pump didn't care. After about five very calm and understanding minutes Glenn decided that he lost the game and that it was time to find a different gas station. We moved on down the road in the direction of our destination and stopped in a small town named Cool. With hope for a better result we pulled up to the gas pump. Glenn hoped out and slid his card....so far so good...made his selection of 87 octane and waited for the "ok" beep...pulls the handle out and pauses for a second. All I hear from inside the car is, "I have never seen this before in my life, hey Evan have you ever seen this happen?" I turn in my seat and look out the back widow and Glenn has the handle of the gas pump in his hand, which is still attached to the handle holder; but no longer attached to the pump itself. The pump would rather break into pieces than give us fuel. After a pretty good laugh and a snap chat update, we moved up to the pump in front of us and were finally successful in getting …show more content…
The ride from Cool, CA to Loon Lake was a very curvy and exceptionally scenic drive. Pine trees lined the road along with evidence of the misfortunate wildfires Northern California experienced this summer. The road took us right up to the lake and its surrounding land forms. There were many small island like land forms scattered all over the lake, a paradise for fishermen and kayaker's alike. There were huge slabs of granite all over the area which made it a little difficult to walk around the perimeter of the lake; and lead us to take the more scenic heavily wooded route. We stopped many times for Glenn to do what he does best and take professional pictures of the surrounding area and of the lake itself. While walking around we found multiple fire pits made of granite with benches and chairs made of the same. It was a system of hiker made camp sites all around the surrounding area of the lake and was amazing to see. One site in particular I liked and plan on using was a site set up right on the edge of a peninsula. There was a calming sound of the water lapping on the edge of the peninsula, and an amazing scenery of the mountains in the background. I wasn't surprised, however, at the perfect location of each camp site because they were built by backpackers and true nature