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.

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.
Ho, get photos this time!! Keep in mind that while all this was going on, I was coughing like crazy, and was so tired all the time. So this road trip helped to take my mind off how junk I was feeling. The doctor told me it was one of the nastiest viruses to come around, and I believed it.
The first photo that Suzette sent on their first day out was near the turnoff to Goldendale, Washington. There was a blade being replaced on one of the wind turbines. So neat to see this! We’ve been by all those turbines on our way to Montana, but never got to see a blade being replaced.

Okay, so you folks already know I’m kinda weird. Call it lolo, call it pupule, watevah. I’m quirky. I’m an out of the box kind of person, right? So maybe you’ll understand what I did this month. No? Well, maybe. Gimme chance, eh?
So I got the sad news that my spinning buddy, Suzette, and her hubby, were moving to Colorado for a couple of years. She and I used to get together once or twice a month to spin, though lately it hasn’t been that often because the coffee shop closed where we used to meet.