Hello, kids!
The hills of Nevada slid by, long stretches with few settlements. Dad and I were in their Prius and the rest in the minivan. Mom and Dad would talk to one another via radio, missing each other.
We shut down just before dark in Ely, Nevada, a place I lived and worked many years ago. Strangely, I recognized nothing.
Mom was freezing at dinner. Dad's cap and my scarf warmed her up a bit but she crawled into bed as soon as we returned to the motel. The rest of us went swimming!
The next morning dawned bright and clear.
We could see that colder weather lay ahead.
Miles and miles and miles of sage lined valley, flanked by snow capped mountains.
And then a coyote, running right down the highway shoulder.
Nevada melted into Idaho.
And Idaho into Montana.
Soft hills of Montana.
After a night in Butte, we were on the road again.
Roadside geology of Montana, in greens.
Golden shale.
Soft hills meet the sky.
Up next: Ulm Pishkun.
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"One of the things that binds us a family, is a shared sense of humor." - Ralph Fiennes.
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www.thekoldenreport.blogspot.com
www.kittykolden.com
The hills of Nevada slid by, long stretches with few settlements. Dad and I were in their Prius and the rest in the minivan. Mom and Dad would talk to one another via radio, missing each other.
We shut down just before dark in Ely, Nevada, a place I lived and worked many years ago. Strangely, I recognized nothing.
Mom was freezing at dinner. Dad's cap and my scarf warmed her up a bit but she crawled into bed as soon as we returned to the motel. The rest of us went swimming!
The next morning dawned bright and clear.
We could see that colder weather lay ahead.
Miles and miles and miles of sage lined valley, flanked by snow capped mountains.
And then a coyote, running right down the highway shoulder.
Nevada melted into Idaho.
And Idaho into Montana.
Soft hills of Montana.
After a night in Butte, we were on the road again.
Roadside geology of Montana, in greens.
Golden shale.
Soft hills meet the sky.
Up next: Ulm Pishkun.
*************************************************************************************************************************************************************
"One of the things that binds us a family, is a shared sense of humor." - Ralph Fiennes.
**************************************************************************************************************************************************************
www.thekoldenreport.blogspot.com
www.kittykolden.com
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