1800 miles and arriving in not too many pieces . . .

We made it to CO. The last day involved some white-knuckle moments with the steering wheel as I went swinging around various curves in the Rockies. Swinging, because with the trailer load I was pulling, a bump/curve combination would cause the trailer to sway hither and yon. But maybe this is how character is developed.

Today we unloaded and packed most of their (I refer you to the previous post) worldy goods in two storage units. And there were frequent exclamations (not from me) saying things like, "What were we drinking when we decided to bring all this stuff?" Or, even worse, "We brought a dehumidifier out HERE?!" If you understand the arid climate here, you will appreciate that. But with the help of copious servings of Mexican food from Taco Bell*, we were able to get it safely stored in a short time thereafter.

Later we stopped at Paul Hershberger's to pick up an elk head that his brother Ray (from my area) got mounted. Since the residents wherein it was stored were out of town, we weren't sure if we'd have to resort to illegal methods of entry (jk!). Fortunately, not only was the basement door not locked, the door wasn't even latched. After being entertained by Paul's vast repertoire of hunting stories, we ended up lating the head on the back of Marv's truck bed. On top of the cover. Since we were only going about a mile, I, being of __(?) mind, agreed to sit on the back to prevent this thing from ending up resembling roadkill. But as I sat on the back with my legs dangling over the tailgate, I wondered what would prevent me from becoming something resembling roadkill? Especially as we were being followed. Arriving at our destination in the growing darkness, I heard someone cry out, "Dude, they got their elk!" If they only knew . . .


*There are those among us that would argue that what passes for Mexican food in Taco Bell is not really Mexican (or food). They're probably right, but with enough sauce packets, it did the job.