Every time you got one back in the can another was crawling out again.
A Page Out of the Book Cliffs
Our pilot was impressing us with his flying skills, and we were having the time of our lives.
Moab, or Pack Creek if you prefer, can have their great Seldom Seen, but out here in Thompson Springs we will remember our own version.
We were just kind of surviving, though I’m not sure how.
It became apparent that we had actually just run over a huge rattlesnake.
We spent all afternoon wandering over the field and reading the interpretive panels.
As we rode into Alabama, we found ourselves in a land of cotton fields.
I had also herded cows and stacked hay, but none of that counted here.
That was OK with us, but it was kind of hard to get a friendly nod from anyone.
The next sign said: “THREE PEOPLE KILLED HERE DUE TO ICING.”