College football is still good… unless you’re a
But baseball… Baseball is still good. The
College football is still good… unless you’re a
But baseball… Baseball is still good. The
Why are Eskimos still alive? They live on fish and sea mammals. They eat meat. There isn’t anything else out there to eat.
They’re not following a proper food pyramid.
Dinner and laundry at Becky’s house. A visit with Matt and the boys on the way out. A drive south on Interstate 25 in the wind. A stop for the night at
A good sports day.
Go
Now the Broncos…. Yesterday’s newspaper announced their strategy for tomorrow’s game against the Colts. They mean to make Manning throw the ball. Nice strategy Broncos. How bad could Peyton Manning hurt you throwing the ball?
Tomorrow, we head for Cortez. We’ll go west on highway 160, through Alamosa, the San Luis Valley, South Fork, over Wolf Creek Pass, through Pagosa Springs, and Durango. If we leave early, we should be able to catch all of the afternoon Bronco game.
We found that person early in the year but he didn’t work out. We kept after it though, and Casey Lynch found us. Casey is a CPA in
I have four more jobs scheduled this year. Casey has four more jobs scheduled this year too
Now we’re making great plans for 2008.
Meanwhile, we have these neighbors to contend with.
We can look at twenty-year old motorhomes, and no matter how well they have been taken care of, you can tell they’re old. The designs have changed. They don’t have any slides. The windshields have a big bar down the middle. The resting position for the windshield wipers leaves them up in the driver’s view.
Which leads us to wonder: what will coaches be like twenty years from now? We can see ourselves still in this coach in twenty years. People will see us driving by and tell their children, “Kids; that’s what motorhomes used to look like.”
“I don't have my plumbing license, but that stuff has never flowed uphill.”
There was nothing I could do to help so I listened. I walked her up the trail to the highway rest stop and listened some more. I didn’t feel good about leaving her there alone in the dark so, with her permission, I stayed and visited with her until help arrived. She wondered why I was in the vicinity and I told her about our life on the road. She reminisced about traveling the country in a VW Bus and I described the VW busses we’d had over the years: the 1966, 1972, and 1978 busses, culminating in the giant VW bus we drive today, big flat steering wheel in the front, engine roaring in the back; we just have a little more space between the two now. The real rescuers came and took her away. I finished my walk. When I got back Judy observed how long I had been gone and I got to tell her “I met a girl”.
Yesterday, at our lunch stop on top of
An interesting accumulation of events: our life on the road.
That’s it. CU has arrived. They can’t be beat. They’re going to the SuperBowl.
The Broncos rule! They can’t be beat!
Nevermind. You can’t really tell from the first picture. You’ll just have to look at the second picture.
Maybe it could be entitled “just because you can afford a million dollar coach doesn’t mean you always think things through.”
Maybe not as dramatic as Brother David’s hummingbird going down in flames, but he isn’t the only bird-whisperer in the family.
I took a walk last night and just as I passed underneath the only streetlight in the campground, it went out. Pretty funny, huh? I stood under it and waited for it to come back on, but nothing happened. I walked away and it came back on, so I walked back underneath it and killed it for good.
That proves it, doesn’t it? I too, in the words of Leah Bailey, am a power sucking biped!
We get lots of channels on the television. Got the local
We’re not the first ones to break the handle.
The laundry has been rescued. The new handle is on the way.
From:
To: Steve Taylor
Subject: Question
So,
I've been doing a lot of walking at night lately, and I've noticed that as I'm walking through my neighborhood, on a two mile or so walk, I'll have an average of 3 or 4 streetlights go out as I walk under them. I've never thought that much about it - figured they were just flaky lights. However, two things happened recently that makes me wonder if it really is random. First, a friend of mine was telling me that her "husband puts out streetlights". If she's walking alone they stay lit, but if her husband is with her they go out. Second, I was walking along
So, why is this? Is it random? Do I give off "dark rays"? Would any of your friends know? Am I lying to get attention?
Have a good night.
Love,
Becky
Our towcar, the Jeep, remains intact, right behind the coach, right where it should be.
A field goal to win with no time left on the clock. The Broncos’ undefeated season continues.
Tomorrow: a new job in
At the same time, we had two Jeep repair days, and four motorhome repair days. Got lots of stuff done. Didn’t get everything done. The twice-yearly oil change was easy. We got a slide latch replaced. After a pause to let the proper parts get shipped, that was easy. The hydrohot got its annual service and some parts replaced. The dash air was a little more difficult. There was more to it than fixing a leak and replacing the coolant. They decided the condenser and the compressor both needed to be replaced. Couldn’t get those parts in time, so we left before the job was finished. We’ll watch for one more opportunity in the next three weeks to swing by the front range to finish the repair before we head south for the winter.
Spending the night at Tiger Run RV Resort outside Breckenridge. Go Longhorns. Go CU. CU has a brand new quarterback, a red-shirt freshman. Last week, with CU behind in the fourth quarter, the announcers had to say, “This quarterback doesn’t know how to lose”. “Right”, I thought, “Announcer hyperbole.” Then they went on to explain that the quarterback hadn’t lost a game since sixth grade. He was 59 and 0 coming into the opening game of the college season. CU came back to win in the fourth quarter. Cody Hawkins. 60 and 0.
We like Tiger Run. We’ve been meaning to stop and stay here for years; and just now finally managed to. Nine thousand feet high; we’re cooler than we’ve been lately. Got the rig washed. Got the cow snot rinsed off the Jeep. It’s all good.
Drove north, up our newest favorite highway,
This next week is vehicle repair and maintenance week, but not until Tuesday. Today was shed day. Several years ago we rented a shed to hold all the stuff we didn’t want to throw away, but didn’t have room at the house to store. No junk. Nothing to throw away, but a lot of stuff to get rid of. Lots of extra RV stuff from the various RVs we’ve had over the years. Bicycle racks that still work, but didn’t stand the test of time for us. Same with traveling barbecue grills. A Satellite dish setup. Two windsurfers with all the sails and gear to go with them. Two float tubes and flippers. Perfectly good neoprene waders (we both have gore-tex waders now). Stuff we like, but don’t have room for on the road. The shed is empty. It’s all gone. All gone except for the bicycles and boats (and the racks to carry them). Two mountain bikes and two 14’ flat-water kayaks. We can carry the boats and bicycles on the Jeep all at once, but that makes it a little hard to get other stuff in and out of the Jeep. We probably want to relocate them to
The Broncos won their game. CU (my alma mater) beat CSU (in overtime). I got my birding binoculars back (freshly tuned up by Wild Birds Unlimited). Hugs from friends and family.
We enjoy the occasional