Wow, some miles.
Stay tuned, got some picks coming up.
Going through security at Dallas Love Field, airline code – DAL, I got a chuckle out of one security guard as she read my t-shirt: Vegetarian, Indian Word for Lousy Hunter. Cattleman’s Steakhouse, Fabens, Texas.
Sitting in the lounge area, waiting on the plane to fill up, another young lady looked up at the shirt, smiled, and giggled.
Of course, the cute Virgo in Santa Rosa, NM, she just thought I was odd. She was a Scorpio, as was her mom, as was [i]my[/i] mom, who I was traveling with.
I got three calls in the morning, before I ever got out of Albuquerque, from Gemini’s. One of them was railing on and on at about a Scorpio parent and a control issue. I looked over at the driver – Scorpio – “not going to let you drive until I have to” she was muttering. Nope, not an issue with Scorpio’s.
It was actually a rather enjoyable trip, except for the flies. See, when I stopped to take pictures at the Cadillac Ranch, just a few blocks west of Amarillo, on I-40, Ma Wetzel obviously let in about a dozen flies. So we’d be motoring down the road, and I’d roll down the window, “That’s one fly gone….”
Since she was much alarmed about her financial condition, I reiterated about the choices of bridges, and shopping carts, pointing out that there was a bridge near Shady Acres, along with a few dozen bats, and she was welcome to make herself at home there….
While stopped because I desperately wanted to get a picture of a windmill, while I was tromping around taking pictures of cactus buds, I ran into this guy, ostensibly a horny toad, which is actually a spiny lizard, but never mind that now.