Michelle's House of Horrors

We drove to Indian Crossing this morning for a short hike,
picnic and fishing. Some dumbass left her shoes at the cabin. Oops.
Change in plans: stop at the Hell’s Canyon overlook and a drive.
I’m not so much of a dumbass that we attempted the hike with me in
flip flops.

On the way there, we saw wildlife in the form of
cattle. Cattle in the middle of the road. Gotta love open range
land. They must be some sort of climbing breed–there was steep
rock going any way they would have come from.

Evolutionary note:
yellow jackets at the Hell’s Canyon overlook swarm around incoming
vehicles that park there to check for squashed bugs they can eat.

We’ll have our picnic for dinner instead.

 

The world was moving She was right there
with it And she was. –And She Was/Talking Heads

8:15 and all is well. An eagle just snagged a fish out of the lake
with a big splash. That may be the most drama we’ll have today.

Coffee.

Sun.

Lake.

I had a PBJ, potato chips, beer and a pepperoni
stick for dinner last night.

I’m not sure what day it even is.

It’s
all good.

 

Life turned and wandered
Never to look back again.

Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
Drink up.
Etc.

And don’t get your hopes up about me getting tired of posting pictures of clouds above…everything. It’ll never happen.

We survived the thunderstorm last night, and the zom-Bee didn’t kill me in my sleep. (In the alteration to the time space continuum known as Vacation in which I currently reside, all time references are relative. No, I do not know to what. )

Went on a drive this morning into the Imnaha Canyon, then had lunch back in the Joseph-adjacent Hurricane Ridge after a walk. Saw some more deer.

Mark’s gone fishin’ again. I’m on the front porch with a beverage and a book. Kind of an odd book about a necromancer called Johannes Cabal. Back to fiction today.

So it’s another beautiful day to be grateful for.

For which to be grateful.

Whichever way I say it, I’m happy to be.