Three
days into the RV life and I am figuring out that our adventures will probably lie beyond the confines of a
campground. Without the Toad (our
vehicle that will be ‘towed’ behind us once we stow the cargo trailer)…we are
pretty much limited to whatever the RV Parks have to offer. So far, that has
been mostly gravel and dog runs.
We
did, however, have some excitement last night as the rig started shaking. Being
from California, we naturally assumed it was an earthquake; nope, just a very nearby train. Pretty sure if I’d
put my arm out the window and did the “pull cord” sign, the conductor would
have blown his whistle.
But
that wasn't the end of our excitement. We began to hear a buzzing noise. At first it was far enough away that I did a 360-degree head turn, looking for a mosquito…but it got so
loud that we pulled up the blinds to see a very small, very low plane coming
in for a landing. I could literally see the tread on the tires, without my contacts in. Either there is a small airfield behind us,
or a farmer owns his own crop duster, because it made several outings throughout
the evening.
Tonight I’m going to move our rope lights to the roof of the RV, stand outside with a
couple of my scarves attached to wooden spoons, and I’m going to catch me a
plane! Wish me luck!
Meanwhile back on the ranch...on my walk I found an old stagecoach;
...And a really cool old bench who has lived the existence of a chameleon.
I tried, but could not count the layers of colors it had been painted.
Now it reminds me of a Rainbow Eucalyptus.
I find it comforting to find beauty in the aging,
especially when you can see remains of a life well lived...
... like smile/laugh lines.
