mekcanix.....thanks and it's no problem as I'm definitely on the mend. As a matter of fact, I'm now beyond my restrictions that the Orthopedic Surgeon put on me.....which means, that I'm now allowed to be stupid again.....and believe me when I say that I am.....enjoying life.....
chet6.7.....no doubt.....especially people on this site where I see tons of people doing exactly that.....
sigma.....I enjoy what I enjoy & don't enjoy what I don't enjoy. It seems as though you're suggesting to just make the best of things.....I prefer an alternate to that idea.....it's called Plan B.....
halseyt.....great rig ! I miss my BigFoot still.....13 good years of exploring in that rig.....
I found myself parked that evening along the side of a county road.....overshadowed by the peaks of the
Wind River Mountain Range. It was 5:00 p.m. approximately when I made the decision to go home. A big storm was crossing the western states, I was three hundred miles from home, so it was now or maybe never (for awhile anyhow).....as the mountain passes would soon close.....
We arrived at the cabin at midnight.....dewinterizing took a few hours and we were sound asleep by 2:30 a.m. It felt great to wake in the cabin.....with less than twelve hours before the storm hit.....
The (166) Quaking Aspens that I had planted previously had finally turned yellow.....those leaves quaked in the winds that the oncoming storm had stirred up and the sounds were amazing.....no regrets.....
Late that afternoon I found time to make a run to the farm & ranch store to acquire a snow blower.....this was going to be a big storm.....
It snowed off & on for four straight days leaving nearly a foot of snow on the ground.....and it was late October only.....
It was the first snow in the valley.....the first is always the best.....on a mountain summit or in the low lying valleys.....it's all the same.....amazing.....
The dogs, of course, were loving it.....Trapper resembles a Polar Bear.....hard to get her inside when the snows arrive.....
Relaxing in the log bed after a day of playing in the snow.....I get such a warm feeling while watching the dogs as their eyes close and they begin to fade away after a hard day of play.....
I had & have no regrets regarding my decision to come home.....travel is good.....as is life at home.....one evening over the summer I pulled out my journals and added up all of my nights spent in a tent, hostel, tea house, motorcoach, and of course truck camper.....I'd spent 65 % of my later years in life on the road.....so, no regrets.....