We
passed a windmill museum out on the plains in Limon, Colorado. I’ve
always admired windmills, but I never really thought about how they would have
evolved over the years. There are a whole bunch of different ones:
I
read all the signs and studied all the windmills. I didn’t come away an
expert. I still can’t tell one from another even with the help of the
narrative for each.
A
tent trailer. That folds out and out and out. I don’t know what all
it does, but it’s got stuff everywhere!
In
that last picture it even looks like an inverter box and maybe battery backup,
processing electricity like they’re off grid (but they’re also plugged in).
Every
trip report I send out gets archived on a blog site. It’s not a blog with
much of a readership; I just like saving a record of what I’ve said over the
years. Every week I get a report of the traffic there. Most weeks
are in the range of 100 pages or so; sometimes more if somebody discovers it
and reads through a lot of pages, but that’s only occasionally.
For
the last few weeks though, our traffic has been looking more like this:
Ten
thousand views? I don’t know why, for the last month, the traffic has
been this crazy. I don’t think it’s because I’ve suddenly gotten this
interesting. I suspect we’ve been discovered (attacked), by bots.
But come to think of it, why even would bots be this interested? Surely
they have something better to do with their time than visit me ten thousand
times.
Brother
Tom located this photo of a 1947 Indian Chief.
I
think he nailed it. What a beauty!
Harley
Sidecars.
The
black one looks modern, but the partially obscured brown and cream colored one
looks classic. They were in a private place so I didn’t go down for a
closer shot.
Sidecars
may not be all that practical, but I’ve always thought they looked cool.
