Last trip of the year-coming home

Very large fountain in the main part of downtown Idaho Falls, and the water is still running.

Squirrel ready to work at anytime...ya right....

I'm not driving! I thought that you were driving?

What do you mean that you have 50 miles of road closed due to weather? I don't care that you have 4 trucks messed up on the road, I just want to go home. And might I point out that at this point I was slowing down to 55 mph.

Now this is more like it.

Comments

Travel said…

The snow reminds me of home!

TR

2:37 PM

Anonymous said…

All I know, I wasn't driving...

Though I did manage to dust your dash with my butt.

5:04 PM

Woodchuck said…

And you left steaks.....

6:30 PM

Anonymous said…

Did I eat that much red meat??

11:17 PM

Woodchuck said…

And low grade steaks at that!

Herumuph!

11:34 PM

Me said…

I wish there was a little stuffed Meritt to go with you and see all these fabulous sights. Sigh.

8:47 PM

Anonymous said…

I vote we start traveling with a coffee bean in honor of Meritt. I vote for a Starbucks Christmas Blend bean or a Mexican Double Dark from Trader Joes. Either one will fit the profile perfectly.

Or we can try and find a Martha Stewart doll?

I'll leave it up to WC.

2:33 AM

Woodchuck said…

Or we can try and find a Martha Stewart doll with a coffee bean...

I'm in. Everyone start looking for one now.

9:30 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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