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What do I say when the superlative scenery vocabulary of the last few days is used up, or overused? I guess I revert to the mundane, or silly!

Today was a quiet travel day away from the fabulous sites of the Canyon lands – and back onto 4-lane travel (for a short time). And if you ask…”Where did you go, and where is Sandy?” The answer might be hummed…
“Somewhere near Salina, Lord.”…”I let her slip away!”

When I shared this stupid tune with Sandy this morning, I got a flinty-eyed look and she said in a dangerous tone…”You’d better not!” We shared a laugh as we both had images of her drifting out the Truck House door as I hard-round another hair-pin, switch-back turn too quickly! So today, instead,…we took a “red road” with slow, wide turns, high speeds, and little elevation changes. Still, this is Utah, so traffic is sparse. I’m not unhappy.

I thought you might be interested in our daily dance routine. Imagine living in a 12 square foot home! As we pass each other moving from one end of our Truck House to the other, hand signals and verbal commands are necessary to keep the Truck House Dance orderly, and free of fisticuffs! “Al-a-man left” works!…as does “Do-si-Do”. We had to drop “Swing your partner”, but in the end, no matter which way we face, we are dancing cheek-to-cheek as we pass.

When one of us says, “I am going upstairs to bed.” that is not a “See you later.” statement. It carries new meaning like – turn out the lights, turn off the furnace, the water heater and electric pump!… and quit moving around!

We are safe and sound with nearly 20 C temps “somewhere near Salina” – at Butch Cassidy Campground. Time to think about a walk down the highway to El Mexicana Restaurant!

Love and best wishes to all!

T and S

p.s. I’m sure that Kris Kristofferson was referring to “Salinas, California”, not Salina, Utah!