Leaving Chokecherry

As with most of the places I go, I picked Chokecherry Canyon off the map for no reason other than it was convenient. On Thursday there were a few others along the road, but Friday evening the traffic was almost continuous until 10:30 p.m. In the morning we were surrounded. Many soon left, but others came. The road was REALLY rough and I wondered if there was a black hole at the top of the hill that was absorbing and regurgitating them all.

Yesterday, Saturday, I was able to pack (finally getting over the cold) and we found our way to within 15 miles south of Salida. Exhausted, we're hoping to make it into town before the afternoon thunderstorms arise.

I looked back over my shoulder from the middle of the San Luis Valley and could only see the outline of the mountains; they were veiled by the dark clouds that were letting loose a torrent of Cats und Dogs.

Down With A Cold

Well, we've all heard about people who can find something to be happy about. But I'm a cat-man and that means it can ALWAYS be better.

So, while having a cold isn't nearly as bad as throat cancer -- like Rolling Steel Tent (Al needs help paying the medical bills. Please make a donation via the Paypal button in the upper right on his blog.)

or being dead, like Malia Lane (a full-timer who went to Oregon to take advantage of their Medical Aid In Dying law), it suuuuucks! (Of course, we all KNOW death is a big party; it's the getting there that can be problematic.)

She's in there, working on entries for her new blog -- once we get it up. In the meantime, I'm lying here, unable to even TOUCH her lest she come down with it too.

Aw, mmmmAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!