Yesterday I packed the trailer I will be transporting with all the items I wish to take. As I live but five miles from school and it is fairly flat, I figured that this would serve as a good trial run giving me a proper "feel" for what it will be like to haul my supplies and gear. Well, I must confess that both man and machine strained under the load! As I walked to work in the growing heat I thought much about the high deserts of Oregon and Idaho, and the Rocky Mountains of Wyoming.
Returning home at the end of the day, it began to rain - a little at first but this soon turned into a downpour. My rain gear, being in the bottom of my supplies, was forsaken and I decided to bear the wet. Soon "soaked to the bone" each passing car seemed only to add insult to injury by providing an additional drenching. Arriving home tired and wet, I found it a chore to haul the fully laden cart up the driveway and into the garage - so much for the Rocky Mountains!
Like the pioneers of old - I have some important decisions to make.
Sure hope Grandma is doing well.