Here's Craig, who scraped, sanded, and painted the bottom of our boat at The Anchorage in Lyons, Colorado. See the lovely copper color? Craig says it will turn blue as it ages. How interesting.
Yesterday we began our cross-country road trip in the OTHER direction - from Colorado to Michigan, hauling our boat, gaZel. We thank Jon Hicks daily, because not only did he sell us his GREAT boat - he also sold us his Dodge Durango to haul it with! Both are in excellent shape, and that big car almost drives like we are not towing a thing! But we must remember, especially when making sharp turns and parking, that we ARE towing a thing - and a rather BIG thing at that! I feel like one of those 18 wheeler truckies; sitting up high on the road, chugging along at 65, getting passed constantly, by REAL cars and being careful when changing lanes that there is enough space for my "tail" in traffic.
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| Here's our Durango hauling our boat - and a great photo of Chris' parking skills! |
Another WONDERFUL thing I just discovered about this Durango - it has separate air controls for the driver and the passenger side! So if Chris is driving, I don't have to cower under my blanket - I can just adjust my side so doesn't blow so cold. Isn't that great???
As we are driving along, I think, but Chris THINKS! I think stuff like, "Hey. We're in the town of York. I wonder if that's where they make York Peppermint Patties." Or "Hmmm...those hay bales look sort of like sheep." Chris thinks, "I wonder what would happen if I applied maximum force to the sigma faction in the V sector?" Or something like that.
The crops in Nebraska and Iowa are almost all corn. Chris mentioned that this morning, which made me break into song, "The corn is as high as an elephant's eye!" Then I remembered that corn is supposed to be "knee high by the 4th of July" and since this IS the 4th of July, I suggested that the corn is doing pretty well - because it's a lot taller than knee-high. Chris says perhaps it's supposed to be as tall as an ELEPHANT's knee. Maybe that's how corn is always measured. But I told him that only applies in Oklahoma. (You may have to be musical to GET all this!)
If the crops are not corn, it's hard to tell WHAT they are as we zoom along and can't identify the leaves. It may be strawberries, or lettuce, or even beets for all I know.
The most amusing license plate we've seen so far said Wa Dat 4. We can just imagine the five year old in THAT car! Tee hee.
The last day of our road trip, we crossed the Mississippi River, which is quite FULL.
Chis is so excited about this boat we're hauling. He said today, "We can thumb our noses at the sailing boats, and we can thumb our noses at the power boats, because WE have BOTH!" I said, "But we have no power." (Our outboard motor is only 15 hp, believe it or not.) He said, "Our boat is called a power-sailer." I repeated, "But we have no power." He said, "OK - we are a power-sailer with no balls."
SO...our road trip is over and look what I found here in Michigan! My sweet friend, Rene! I'll talk to you later. Love you, bye.




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