Riding the rails
Riding the Rails
Okay, so it's getting late and we are contemplating dinner. Turns out Tall Dude's name is Max, and heavy set woman is Rosy, (she used to be an accountant, but got bored sitting behind a desk) so she decided it was time for a drastic change, and here she is. We are all grateful...she has Spam...yep, two whole cans. And, lucky for us, Marie picked up a bag of Bugles (is that spelled right?) while shopping for things to put in our bindles. For those who always scoffed at my plastic utensil collection, they will be scoffing no more as they are coming in quite handy at the moment. Fortunately Tall Dude had the foresight to bring bottled water enough for all, although personally I could go for a double shot Jim Beam on the rocks for warmin' MY 'innards'. All the dogs are getting along well and are piled in the corner of the car like a huge pile of fluffy rags. Ernie, bless him, brought a battery operated lamp, and as soon as it gets dark we will have a little light and card game til bedtime. We will reach Cheyenne sometime tomorrow. Pleasant dreams all.