During my hit or miss blogging during the last two weeks,
*I have slept at the bottom of the second largest canyon in the U.S (Palo Duro) and did not see a snake.
*I realized that even in the cold and rain, Colorado is one gorgeous state, and if I pay to ride the train up to the top of Pikes Peak and the visibility from the top is zero, I can still convince myself that the ride was worth the money. But no, sadly my boys did not see a black bear.
*I didn't buy a University of Wyoming hoodie and that is something I really regret.
*I realized that we did not encounter one mosquito west of the Mississippi (what's that all about???)
*My friend found humor at my expense when I said I couldn't believe how Mt. Rushmore had changed in the last 30 years ( I meant the gift shops, OF COURSE.) I also learned that some people go to Mt. Rushmore to look at the carvings. What a mystery that decision is when there are so many great signs there.
*I thought myself very lucky to sleep on the prairie and see shooting stars and maybe a meteor (okay, fine. I missed the meteor while I talked about the historical significance of the prairie. My boys, who were not listening to single word, saw the meteor) until 2 AM when the winds decided to BLOW my modern covered wagon about and I was sure Laura Ingalls Wilder and I were about to meet in the heavens somewhere.
*I also found the Mall of America and learned a lot about how people use elevators.
*We learned that when a campground is rainy, boys will find something to do. In this case it involved wet underwear and a stick. Voila! Underwear ball had now been invented and it doesn't have a single physical connotation.
* And I met Mrs. 4's IRL!!!! Suffice it to say, she is smart, very pretty, energetic, svelte, and graciously accommodating. But I guess you already knew that, didn't you?
P.S. Do you know what happens to Checkered's car when his son leaves a milkshake in the backseat and the car sits closed up outside in the 100 degree weather for two weeks? Let's just say Checkered is now riding in a veritable cloud of ... well .... let's just say, "Poor, poor Checkered." I should buy a gas mask for him.