Ai yah!! No can believe how long it’s been!! Let’s go back to Idaho, okay? When I left off last time, we were heading south on Highway 95 and had stopped at Mary McCroskey State Park and taken a walk through it. Here’s an aerial view of the area.

Ai yah!! No can believe how long it’s been!! Let’s go back to Idaho, okay? When I left off last time, we were heading south on Highway 95 and had stopped at Mary McCroskey State Park and taken a walk through it. Here’s an aerial view of the area.

He lay there in his hospital bed, 96 years old, embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated. “I’m afraid I’ve had an accident”, he said, the words coming slowly.
Sixteen years ago, my father-in-law, Roy-chan, had asked if he could come live with us. Out of the blue he’d asked, as I was watching our daughter and son-in-law drive down the driveway on their way to their honeymoon. Roy-chan was here from California for the wedding, and he had no idea that as he asked, I was choked up with tears.
Well, Ricky tried to get up, but he couldn’t. He’d thrashed around so much in the mud that he’d made a kind of trough that he was lying in, with dirt down below him. He just couldn’t maneuver around enough to get up.

Remember how, in Part Four of the Riding Virtual Shotgun blog post I had to take a webcam break on New Year’s Day because of a major problem with Ricky, one of the horses we board here? Well, this time I’m going to write about that scary experience.
As I wrote before, I went into the kitchen and decided to take some photos from our lānai across the pasture, but I saw something down there that looked alarming. I got the binoculars out, and sure enough, Ricky was lying still as could be down at the bottom of the pasture. OMG. I thought he was dead. Continue reading
This one is in Utah, before Ogden.
Suzette and Owen are back in Colorado, and this time I didn’t get to ride shotgun with them because I was gone almost all day long. Bummahs, yeah? But Suzette sent me a few photos.
Pretty da mountains, yeah?

Well, we salted the curve, and I came back to riding shotgun. How do we do that? I drive the car and Nolemana sits on the tailgate and tosses out the salt. It’s not easy for him as I go uphill and I have be really careful not to dump him out!
When I got back to the computer, Suzette had sent me these photos:
Laramie, Wyoming, is in the distance.

Let’s see…where were we? I texted Suzette: “Have you gotten to Creston Junction yet?” Her reply: “Passed”. Rats. I missed them again. I asked if they’d gotten to Sinclair yet, and she said no. They crossed the Continental Divide again and then saw a sign that said, “Blowover risk Wolcott Junction…winds 50+ mph”. Ack!!! They were driving a kind of tall truck, too. Wolcott Junction was one of the places where I thought I might be able to catch them. Because try look what a long view of the highway it is!

(photo used with the kind permission of WYDOT.)
I better hurry up and finish this journey; Suzette and I text a lot, and if I don’t finish, I’ll never be able to scroll up far enough to find our conversations about the trip!
Last time, we were almost to Green River, Wyoming. Just past that photo, we came to this big tunnel up ahead.
Aloha kakahiaka! Good morning! Suzette and Owen were on their way an hour earlier than our time, and this is what greeted me when I got up and hurried to my computer:
“Utah!! Happy New Year!”

I should state, before we go any further, that I had absolutely no intention of becoming the obsessive, wild-eyed, vigilant, hyper, tethered-to- my- computer person that I ended up being on New Year’s Eve Day 2017. Nope. I was going to knit. I was going to fix lunch, cough, feel sorry for myself because I felt so junk, cough, and watch all the birdies outside feast on the food I’d set out for them. I was going to organize my yarn! (This, even though I was coughing up junk and could hardly keep my eyes open!) I’d even take a nap! Or two. None of that happened. Instead, I was truly obsessed interested in the road trip.