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.
We were juat talking about you today, wondering where you were and what you was doing. Was afraid that you had developed problems again, glad to here it was just a bird. Beautiful pictures and glad you took the shot of the river, no way I would have gone up there. :>) flying has never bothered me, but standing on a roof or ledge, no thanks. Good to here from you take care. Love ya. GOD BLESS
JD/SD
Thanks, glad you enjoyed the pictures. I am so lucky to get to visit such lovely places and meet so many wonderful people! Love you too!
The landing of a flying bird as a wake up alarm is definitely a new. Now just think the surprise to the bird that an irate biped mammalian came out of from under his land. Ok, just a geese, but they do have a bad habit of dropping cigar size bombs and a question; Are his bombs corrosive? It could ruin the roof and worse make a leak. That is it from ex-N15246.
I agree and intend to check that out. Thanks for the warning!
Andrew & I love your pictures and reading about your adventures!??
Thank you! So nice to hear from you!!
Hiya Sunny, Again you have done things that I can only do vicariously through your pics and words. Love all the rock formations and trails, don’t think the Harley would like it though. Keep posting, I’m loving the information.
Hi Larry, Sorry I missed this post before. Yeah, the Harley would not be happy on those trails. Thanks for following my adventures, though!
After reading and looking about the the airport that became a town, it became a mini quest. Found Barr Nunn just north of Casper and then 1/4 mile on East side of I-25 is a simple airfield called Harford Field, but the real move you mention must have been to ‘Casper/Natroma International’ . Now the why change the airport to a different place, that is left to student to get a political chuckle.
So true!
Hey Deb….where is Spearfish in relation to heat? Unbelievable heat indexes. Cool here in mid Atlantic states
..relatively speaking.
There were a couple of near 100 degree days here a week or so ago. Today cloudy skies and a high of 70 so very nice to be outside!