T
told us people were enjoying our travel blog but, just the other day, we found
out we have an actual fan! I was so excited I could hardly eat my dinner. Okay,
kidding, that's just never going to happen, but I was excited. So a big thanks
to Uncle Allan for following us on our journey and for the positive feedback.
Well, not all positive, he did have one criticism. The last post was in
Colorado where we were holed up waiting for the wind to die down and
then…nothing. Maybe more of you are wondering what happened next: Did we not make
it home? Did we get lost? Is our rig lying in a windy Wyoming ditch? Well, none
of the above, thank goodness, just a lack of getting around to it. Seems
when we get home there are so many things to do that, before we know it, weeks
and months have gone by and then it just seems too late.
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| On the hunt (see bottom right of photo) |
So
what could a couple of dogs possibly have to do? Well, for one thing, the farm
was overrun with gophers when we got back. I guess they’re technically ground
squirrels but whatever they are they were EVERYWHERE! I did my best to decrease
the surplus population but I did need help from Nollind and his friend Darren.
They got a hundred and fifty or so more than I did, but then I didn’t have a
gun. If you’re counting gophers killed with bare hands, or paws, I won!
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| Keeping an eye on T while she rides |
And
then there are the horses. That’s more Logan’s area, keeping them in line,
moving them to where they’re supposed to be, helping T and Nollind get them
through gates and such. He can have that job. I’d much rather take my chances
with a gopher than tangle with a horse’s hind feet. I got bit on the nose once and
I’m embarrassed to say I did let out a good yelp, but Logan’s missing half a
dozen front teeth. I think I won that one too.
And
our duties don’t end there. There’s barking at any and all who venture into the
yard, running out to greet the boarders when they come to see their horses, keeping
the barn and horse shelters free of pigeons, warming the dog bed in T’s office
while she’s working and checking on all of the bones I buried last year (and
Logan’s that I’m able to find).
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| Squirrel watching in Wyoming |
But,
back to the rest of the trip. The wind finally died down enough that we were
able to leave Colorado Springs and head north again, aiming to be home in a
couple of days, but Sheridan, Wyoming was such a great spot we stayed an extra
day there. Well, that and we heard there was a snowstorm at home. Why rush back
to winter? T and Nollind explored Sheridan while Logan and I hung out at the KOA RV Park, a nice quiet place right beside Goose Creek. After months in the
desert it’s hard to describe how sweet it is to roll in green grass and drink
from a creek. And, even better, this park had gophers that lived in the trees! Impossible to catch but I could watch them all day.
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| Leaving Great Falls - I think I can smell home! |
Our
final stop, same as two years ago, was Dick’s RV Park in Great Falls, Montana, where we repeated our Missouri River walk. Dick’s was our first stop in January
and our last in May, a fitting end to another great trip. On Monday, May 5,
after four months on the road and 15,000 km, we rolled into the yard. The snow and ice were gone (good thing because I
started blowing my coat in Tucson), the air was warm and we were home!
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| Waiting our turn at the border. |
Cool
thing is, we’re coming up on an important day in about a week’s time…the
halfway mark between our last winter RV adventure and our next. Yes, we’re off
again in four months!
So,
apologies to Allan and anyone else who was left hanging. And thanks for
reading.
