Saturday, November 24, 2018
Tetons and a tight squeeze
Cars of beauty and art:
(I know I am repeating myself tonight and in the last few entries, but keep in mind I am reaching the senility age!)
I started last night to talk about the places we have enjoyed in the USA and got side tracked. I put together this make shift computer desk with our computers side by side. Sherry’s monitor is on and the screen saver is OUR PICTURES.
Just now a picture of Mel’s Diner just popped up. It is in South Bend, IN. we ate there while visiting the National RV Museum and the Studebaker Museum. (No one said ‘Kiss my Grits.’) We also drove over the beautiful campus of Notre Dame.
I could sit here and review the pictures. As a matter of fact many times we sit back and view the random pictures of where we have been. Memories kick in. While sitting here I have seen Holland Michigan, a horse race in NY, Scenes from Salt Lake City and Rice fields in Arkansas, that I did not know existed until we visited the small town of Lapanto, AR.
The Petrified Forest just went by, now the Corn Palace in South Dakota.
This is not what I planned. We have made several trips around and through the USA. We have spent time in every state, not as much as I would like, but we have been there.
The park gate in Jackson Hole made of Elk antlers.
Once we were in the Yellowstone and drove down to Jackson Hole. (One of Rick’s favorite places) We saw the Grand Tetons and started back to Yellowstone.
My girl, the map reader, spoke up, “Hey honey, Idaho is our last state. I see a road that will take us there. Turn left at the next road. I did. This is the gospel truth. The road went from two lane pave to two lane gravel then to one lane dirt. “At least it doesn’t appear likely to meet anyone,” Just after I said that, we met a truck towing a 5th wheel. I said, “someone is crazier that we.” I moved into the woods and we slowly passed.
We came to a nice lake with one fisherman in a boat. His rod was bending, he had a big fish. I stopped to watch the fight. He brought the big fellow in. I have no idea the kind, but it appeared to be 20 lbs when he netted it. The road got wider and we did get into Idaho. So we touched our 50th state. But not enough to say we had been there. It would be a few years before me made it to ‘The Craters of the Moon’ and ‘The Idaho Potato Museum.’
Maybe tomorrow I will say more. I am at least completing my original idea.