Bow Tie o’ the Day and Skitter both asked why I’d take a picture which would force y’all post readers to see up my nostrils. I kinda wondered that too, but it was the only way I could catch me and Skitter in the same shot, while remaining in my seatbelt. Skitter doesn’t get travel sick. But she holds her head up the entire journey, as if she has to supervise our driving. She’s intense about it, and immediately falls over to sleep– exhausted– when we arrive at our destination. Can anyone say TIPPED COW?
Leaving, Not On A Jet Plane
Bow Tie o’ the Day isn’t happy we’re leaving St. George. Back to the rat race. Mom’s riding with us for part of our trek. We’re dropping her off in Oak City so she can visit her sister for the day, until Ron and Marie pick her up on their way home from Boise. They’ll be back here, where they can look at this jersey on their wall. Their son, Ron, played minor league baseball for a decade. He ended his career in The Bigs, with the Mariners. ⚾