Friday.
Simple day. Las Vegas to Mesquite. Passed Highway 93, Brother bill's
favorite Highway. St. George, Cedar City, Beaver, turn right at Cove Fort.
Cross the steep mountains, up the Sevier Valley, through Richfield and
Salina, cross the badlands (San Rafael Swell), and cruise into Green River.
Stayed at the Shady Acres RV Park this time. Cooling down into the
eighties.
Found some more rough cement road. Drove in the left lane for a while.
That helped.
Judy was being silly tonight. We went to the edge of a field to show Annie
the cows that were grazing on the other side. Annie loves cows. But they
were on the other side of the field.
Judy started calling them. That was the silly part. Cows don't come when
you call them. Besides, she was making the same noise she makes when she's
calling horses. She wasn't calling cows, which don't come when you call
them, she was calling horses. Just as I was gathering momentum in sorting
this all out for her, there was this random shuffling movement on the other
side of the field. All those cows started moving for no apparent reason.
Our direction. Judy called again, and they broke out into a run. They all
ran straight over to our side of the field, and stood there at the fence
waiting expectantly. Maybe it was feeding time and they mistook us for hay.
New Mexico. I don't really want to work there much. Only during the months
it's cold in the Colorado high country. After that, given a choice between
more work in Colorado, and new work in New Mexico, I'll take Colorado.
Maybe it's not fair to sign up clients there if I only want to be there
during two or three months a year.
A four hundred mile day. Tomorrow, cross the high country.
