The house-sitting felt, at times, unnecessary. Houses don’t need a lot of attention. They pretty much just sit by themselves. But my occupancy was justified one morning when I noticed a throw-rug was damp. Cause was a leaking heater. Not the end of the world, but on hardwood floors, not good. Fortunately, I walked over the wet rug early enough to prevent any floor damage. Success!!
|Lots of stuff packed in a small space. It's my life.|
|Does this bike make my butt look fast?|
|One well fed rattlesnake.|
|7-Alarm Fire Pizza. Yum!!|
So, I hit the road. Became the rolling stone… But I didn’t get far. Edye, the nice lady celebrating her 90th birthday in the pictures below, was told she had a broken foot. She lives alone on a ranch in a pretty remote area (AT&T: no cellular coverage. Verizon: you’re fine). Could I stay in the guest house for a couple weeks? Be the driver, lift heavy things, walk the dog? Eat some Thanksgiving leftovers? Yes I could. But I only stayed a about 5 days. Second opinion said the foot was a mild sprain, not broken. No pain, no limp. Leftovers running low.
|it's pretty remote...|
|Walking the dog...|
Back on the road again then. Heading for warmer weather, though I’m already barely 100 miles from the Mexican border so it might be just slightly warmer. I’m going to stay in the USA, look for places to ride motorcycles and bicycles. Campsites to occupy. Sun to sit in. Firewood to convert to ash. It’s what I do best.
|Home at last.|
|El Paso has some serious smog.|
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