First of all, I apologize for waiting so long to post between moves. After all of my recent tire ordeals, I want to actually be sure I have arrived and am settled before posting. I have almost reached that point when I am rudely awakened this morning at 6am. Startled from a cozy sleep, my eyes pop open at a crash that sounds like the end of the world occurring right above my head in the RV.
As I pop up straight in bed, my mind wrestles with what can be precipitating this latest apparent catastrophe. First possibility, a giant tree limb might have fallen on the coach. No, I am not close enough to any trees for that to happen. Secondly, is it hailing? No, there is no storm and the wind is calm. Is that the prancing and pawing of tiny hoofs? Was I so good this year that Santa and his reindeer have arrived early? Or possibly did a piece of Chinese space junk find the way from its planetary orbit to smash onto the tiny target of my roof?
The Winged Miscreant
Fighting my way from a sleepy fog, I grab some mis-matched clothes from the hamper. Poking arms through leg holes and vice versa, I don enough clothing to be decently clad outside. Now I can properly confront this latest ordeal. As I stagger onto the lush, green grass I hear the call of two honking geese in the park. Currently the largest and noisiest of the pair is stomping around on top of my RV.
Trying not to wake the entire campground, I pathetically whisper “shoo” and “get off my roof!” Joining my pleas, the goose’s wife honks at him from afar. But, neither of us can successfully coax him to fly away. Then my camping neighbor joins me on the lawn (apparently I was not whispering as quietly as I thought). He suggests that I turn a water hose on my disturbing visitor. Fortunately at that moment, the goose takes flight. I hope I am not going to be awakened every morning by this waterfowl alarm clock!
Highlights from Moab
Thanks so much to all of my new and old great friends in Moab. Thanks for feeding me! Loved the Jeepin’, the shows at the outside theater and the chance to perform a one woman bluegrass show for you all! You are a great audience and I sure hope you all bring your musical instruments for the next time we get together. We can have an awesome jam!!
A Walking Adventure at Chicken Corner
Photo Highlights from Moab
An Airport That Became A Town
My last overnight stop on the way to Spearfish is in a town called Barr Nunn just north of Casper, Wyoming. This town was developed on the first Casper airport property after the town airport was moved. The streets are created from the original taxiways and runways. An old hangar now serves as a aviation themed restaurant. Nice place to check out if you are ever in the area.