The Plain Day (as High Plains!)
If I were you I would not read today’s post because it was a plain day on the high plains of Montana. We crossed the state on Route Two for over 300 miles and lots of construction. There were also lots of mid-century motels with neat old sign however we were on a tight schedule the only oil change I could find was 4.25 hours away and we were 4.50 and he would be closed after so no lunch or stops. It was a chore day. Some laundry, oil change for the truck and refill on one propane tank. We stopped only for gas and one coffee. Until dinner about 10 miles from Canada to eat our “forbidden” foods. We cross the boarder in five minutes and stopped for the night in Lethbridge at a Walmart. Then the day got exciting as we have a water leak from a broken tee valve. I -and I know you are astonished - took it apart and found the problem and was able to stem the leak. Thew plan is to be at a local RV shop when they open at 8:00. I hope they have the part and a tool to get the bigger brass valve off.
Cadillac’s Most Correct Viewpoint
This may be the most exited I have been since I got an autograph from Bullwinkle Moose as a young but promising Mooseling. We must be ready to leave Montana for Alaska ‘cause we have been riding for hours and hours. They still didn’t tell me the surprise. Two excitements are more than most Moose can stand.
Wait, what? Where? I am confused again. We left MT but we are apparently in Canada. How? Canada is near where I was born in Maine and it is full of ice and Polar Bears, how can this be Canada and what happened to Alaska. And on top of that I was subjected to a great indignity because the Driver said I did not have a passport I could not ride into the frozen land but had to SNEAK across the border on hoof. I am sure I barely escaped a bear (but I have to admit at 73 degrees it was not too cold). Why can’t I have a passport, more Moose Rights. Besides the Driver said no one would really notice a Moose walking along the lake. I am outraged. At least they waited for me to get back into the truck. But I am not speaking to them. So they said no suprise until I get over my funk. I can’t I don’t know what a funk is!
The old hog barn at Reindel’s ranch