If you are afflicted this post may not suit you as it is an aimless ramble.
The company that employees me as an agent often can’t find people willing to travel outside their self imposed comfort zone. Me? If the money is right I will go most anywhere. Monday was a trip through Northeast Colorado and the Nebraska Panhandle, returning by way of Cheyenne.
Highway 34/Weld County Road 49
Blocked this morning by truck vs car crash. Not uncommon and I know the detours so my delay was minimal.
Being dead center in the oil patch, and the only place for miles, this place does a brisk business. They make their own burritos in the back and I’m a sucker. The food plan goes out the window.
Pawnee National Grasslands
Bladder call, and I noticed this plant in the ditch. There were several along the road. I can’t remember noticing one before and I don’t know what it is. Any ideas?
Alongside the highway between Bridgeport and Gering/Scottsbluff this was an important landmark for wagon train travelers. I’m too cheap to pay the $20 admission to view it close up.
When nobody answers the door I leave an envelope taped to the door with the owner(s) name and stamped CONFIDENTIAL. As I was taking my notes a young lady across the street, retrieving her garbage cans called out, “Sir, you won’t get a response. He passed away”. Just a guess on my part but that might be why the payments are in arrears.
There is always something interesting to see in most small towns.
I think we will wait for colder weather before exploring this area.
Should you make it this far, thank you for reading. Perhaps the muse may visit me and something more pointed will get written, probably political.
I feel blessed that I can still, at 78, do useful and productive work. The knees hate stairs and the bladder rules the clock but I can still work around the challenges.