All night, the wind blew our TV antenna around, flapping it against the roof of the RV. It interferes with our sleep. We don't have a TV anyway, and wish we could just take it off.
This morning, the wind is 40 mph in strong gusts. Bob climbs up the ladder with string he has taken from one of our backseat storage bags and ties the antenna down.Very clever.
It's a free day, which we use for "system maintenance". We do laundry, get both vehicles looked at for their 3000 mile routine servicing, and buy some more gifts for family. Then we pay bills and take care of some paperwork.
Bob finds new running shoes, two pair of dress pants, and a short sleeved Western shirt on sale.
Corinne buys some tiny cowboy boots for her grandson Nathan. He's almost into a size 9! She sends a photo of the possible choices to Danielle on her cell phone and is very proud of herself for being such a techno-wizard.
The sunset is gorgeous, after a nasty, cloudy, rain-spattered day.
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Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Day 93 - Sunday, 9/20/09, ON THE ROAD
We awaken to the sound of rain on the little vent above our sleeping area in the camper. Fortunately, it clears up in time for the drive, but the skies are still cloudy all day (sounds like a song.... )
As we are driving, we see a flock of wild turkeys in a field. We have seen beehives in every state except The Beehive State (Utah).
There are entire families of tumbleweeds, large and small, escaping to safety on the other side of I-94. The wind is so strong across the prairie that it bounces the RV sideways across the road.
ROADKILL: Porcupine
Far in the distance, we see pronghorn antelope grazing among the rounded hills covered with prairie grasses. They remind me of funny stuffed animals. There are fewer and smaller evergreens. Many of the other trees are turning yellow.
In the sandstone cliffs that appear occasionally among the grassy hillsides, there are erosion holes that were probably begun millions of years ago. Some of the cliffs have eroded into columns, so that they appear to be giant brown lawn leaf bags standing side by side at the edge of God's driveway.
Sometimes the wind has eroded the peaks and given them the appearance of little top hats, or mushroom caps. We stop at a scenic viewpoint in the National Grasslands, just over the North Dakota border. There is a tumbleweed stuck in the tow dolly and a smooshed cowpie on the roadside where we stop.
It is 75 degrees, windy and rainy when we arrive at our campground. For the first time, we have to don our raingear to take the car off the dolly and set up the water and electricity for the night.
As we are driving, we see a flock of wild turkeys in a field. We have seen beehives in every state except The Beehive State (Utah).
There are entire families of tumbleweeds, large and small, escaping to safety on the other side of I-94. The wind is so strong across the prairie that it bounces the RV sideways across the road.
ROADKILL: Porcupine
Far in the distance, we see pronghorn antelope grazing among the rounded hills covered with prairie grasses. They remind me of funny stuffed animals. There are fewer and smaller evergreens. Many of the other trees are turning yellow.
In the sandstone cliffs that appear occasionally among the grassy hillsides, there are erosion holes that were probably begun millions of years ago. Some of the cliffs have eroded into columns, so that they appear to be giant brown lawn leaf bags standing side by side at the edge of God's driveway.
Sometimes the wind has eroded the peaks and given them the appearance of little top hats, or mushroom caps. We stop at a scenic viewpoint in the National Grasslands, just over the North Dakota border. There is a tumbleweed stuck in the tow dolly and a smooshed cowpie on the roadside where we stop.
It is 75 degrees, windy and rainy when we arrive at our campground. For the first time, we have to don our raingear to take the car off the dolly and set up the water and electricity for the night.
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