BRK #69
Saturday edition...! These are the days of the week I head into town to take care of personal errands. It's always interesting to try and drive my car - my tiny, beloved Toyota Corolla - after a week of driving nothing but big trucks with gear-shifts on the steering column.
This rafter of turkeys felt there was no need for me to rush into my morning, so they took their time crossing the street.
Went into town, visited the post office, and to my surprise there was a parcel waiting for me in one of their lockers. I opened it up, and it was a care package from my relatives back East, full of...
work gloves! So I'll be caught up for a bit in that department. The assortment included several winter-weather work gloves, and I'm eager to test them out (though not so eager as to wish for the winter to race in and overtake the autumn).
Once errands were done, I sorted some of the recycling and picked up some supplies for the Pump House
project, then did my laundry.
I took a look at my trusty, obnoxious orange hat, and Fred was right: the sun really beats down on that thing! Not sure if it shows up so well in the photo, but the interior of the hat is definitely several shades more saturated than the exterior: the side that sees sunshine on it maybe 12 hours nearly every day of the week.
After hanging the laundry, I ate a quick dinner, then decided to take advantage of the rest of the dwindling daylight and do some reading outdoors. I wandered up the roadway towards the Caldera, then took a detour after passing Raspberry Rock. Behind the rise was a lone three-log bench made by one of the SKIP participants from this past summer. Mike, Grey, and I dropped it off up there as a spot for guests to take a load off. I decided to give it a try.
I quickly found my favourite reading position: flat on my back, head resting on a fist, my book held in one hand. I looked up into the adjacent tree boughs.
No sounds of cars or trucks. Maybe some gobbling turkeys. The occasional
hwooh hwooh hwooh of the ravens flapping overhead. I thought my tenting spot was pretty good, but I think I found the best seat in the house.
The sun went down, and I couldn't squint to see the words on the page any more (
The Monkey Wrench Gang is getting ready to sabotage the massive Arizona coal mine in the next chapter, FYI), and I decided to turn in. A herd of deer bounded away as I descended the mountain. As they disappeared in the brush and woods, and then I heard the cackling of disturbed turkeys.
I think I'm in love.
Thanks for reading, and enjoy your day...!
