You’ve
got it.
Strut
that stuff.
Brother
Tom was right on the mark. This thing began its life as a 1937
Chevy. Thank you, Tom. I was counting on you.
The
ever erudite McKee opined that:
"A conglomeration
of different parts from different vehicles welded together is pretty much the
definition of a "hot rod". Left rough it would be a "rat
rod". That is a good lookin' truck with a nice chop and channel.
"Street rod" applies more to fifty's and sixty's stuff assuming that
they're not Kustom or Low rider.
I
take his word. He would know.
That
terrifying moment.
When
you realize there is no escape. You’re on a collision course.
The
armadillo literally walked right into my foot.
It
barely startled him as he snuffled off a different direction.
Such
a fearsome creature.
The
crowds have gone home. That means now there will be room for us to camp
in state parks again. But it’s almost June and it’s getting pretty
hot. We’ve been on the road for about a month now. Our choices are,
camp out in the heat, get another hotel room, or just go home. We decided
on home.
650
miles. 11 hours. One state. One time zone. Home Sweet
Home.
We
got lonesome for the eastern time zone, so we hit the eject button and got on
the interstate. We’re here in Van Horn.
390
miles and two time zones away. Back in Texas.
Last
night we spent the evening in Madera Canyon listening for owls as the sun went
down and it got dark. It was spectacular. First, the Mexican
Whip-poor-will started up. Then we heard an elf owl. Then several
elf owls. Then a western screech owl. Then a whiskered screech
owl. And finally, a northern pygmy owl.
It
was a very good night bird night.
Today,
we drove a hundred miles.
We’re
here!
We’ve
begun our trip home. We’re as far as Green Valley, AZ. Right close
to Madera Canyon, which is cool and nice, and the camping is full for the
Memorial Day Weekend. The temperature in Green Valley is triple
digits. We’re in a hotel.
Now
it’s Ayla’s day.
A
graduation from kindergarten to first grade. Now to pick her out of all
the kids.
There
she is.
The
graduates provided the entertainment. There was singing and dancing.
…and
happy people.
A huge crowd.
Austin in there
somewhere. There he is!
Looking for mom and dad.
And now he’s spotted us!
Speeches.
Applause. Laughter. The choir, orchestra, and band. Names
called out.
Almost there.
Austin Taylor.
It is his moment.
We are all very proud of
him.
I
don’t know what this is.
I’m
not sure it is any one thing at all, but maybe a conglomeration of different
parts from different vehicles welded together.
Our anglophile kids,
Taylor and David, are back to the states for a two-week vacation.
(Coincidentally, Teigan and Elise are at their house in Wales for two weeks,
watching their cats.) But I digress.
David and Taylor just
announced that they got married at their favorite waterfall in Rocky Mountain
National Park!
(Photo compliments of a
passer-by.)
Not ones for elaborate
ceremonies, although the graduation occasions in England were certainly
something, they decided to go low-key and just do it themselves, which is
perfectly legal in Colorado as long as you get a marriage license ahead of
time, which they did.
So, congratulations to the
happy couple. David and Taylor VanderMeer. I don’t think so.
Too traditional. David and Taylor Alexander? Probably not.
Some creative combination of the two last names? Entirely possible.
I like AlexanderMeer. Time will tell.
It’s
a palo verde tree. Palo verde trees are really smart. They drop
their leaves during the hottest dryest weather to conserve water, but they have
chlorophyll in their bark so they can still photosynthesize. During times
of adequate moisture they hold onto their green leaves.
They
bloom yellow flowers, the fallen petals creating that golden shadow.
Hot
like triple digit hot.
I’ve
been taking my lunchtime walks at 10:00 at night in the dark to avoid the heat.
Today
was more mild though. I got to make that walk around Steve and Lori’s
neighborhood in the daylight before it got too hot.
It’s
a very nice neighborhood.