Leaving Ehrenberg ... heading to Colorado.

"Spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills"...

Ok, not really ...

I stayed in Holbrook , AZ and treated myself to a night in a Motel 6. Running Water, shower , heat, nice comfortable bed and TV, microwave, fridge. To a guy like me, it's the Ritz. I feel pampered. At this time, I'm thinking of spending a few nights on the road in campgrounds before I hit CO. I got a lot of work to do, and yesterday I got up at 5am, packed the truck, stopped in Prescott and drove over to Show Low . Took a sitting-up nap at a Walmart parking lot, maybe got an hour sleep. Drove over to Kelly and Teresa's place and visited for a while. Then rented a storage unit in Show Low and unloaded some stuff from my trailer and truck. Making room for stuff in my storage unit in Colorado that I don't take to Goodwill/Arc or throw away. Headed for Colorado early afternoon, and ran out of steam when I hit Holbrook, AZ. One of the easternmost exits in I40. Thinking about going to Cabezon Peak Wilderness Study Area in San Ysidro Wilderness Area and spending a couple of days. With less stuff in my trailer now, I desperately need to re-organize. And get some rest. The next couple of weeks are going to be busy.

Not much activity lately on my blog. Here's why.

No one is reading my blog.  Unless I point to it specifically from some other place.  You see, the "dashboard" lets me know how many hits each post gets.  And most of them are getting none. 

Some friends and family have told me that they've read my posts, but the dashboard says otherwise. 

So, if you DO read my blog, feel free to comment.  I had set moderated comments before, but for the time being, I'll take my chances.... even the trolls are ignoring me!  hahahahah. 

Poor poor pitiful me.

Uncle Pat goes to Jail

I was arrested for missing the drop-dead date to pay a ticket.  Hence, I was taken into custody in El Paso County. This occurred 9/27/2017. The nefarious crime occurred in Pueblo County, but the CSPD  were just helping out. 

Someone suggested that I start writing more stories down, and I decided to write this one as a children't story:

"Uncle Pat goes to Jail"

One day Your Aunt Mary was telling your cousin Tracy a story
This story was about the day that Uncle Pat went to jail
We'll talk about jail later, but it's a place that we always want to avoid.
People make you stay in the same place all the time,
And some of the other people staying there are kind of mean
It's kind of like church! 

Your uncle Pat got a ticket one day
(a ticket is a piece of paper those nice policemen sometimes give you because you did something naughty,
And they saw you doing it.
So, they give you this ticket, and you are supposed to give some money to some nice people who work in a building downtown called a courthouse.  You might find out about those later, when you start driving, or if your big sister likes to get you into trouble)

So, uncle Pat got a ticket. And that silly uncle Pat forgot to pay it. 
Silly uncle Pat.

So one day, he was in a pawn shop, buying a gun, and some nice policemen showed up and arrested uncle Pat.  He said, "But gosh darn it, why the heck are you doing this?"
And the nice policemen said , "Silly uncle Pat! You forgot to pay a ticket.  Now watch your head" as he made him sit in the back seat of the car, with handcuffs on.

That sweet dog Lacy was sitting in the car , waiting for that silly uncle Pat.  But the nice policemen let uncle Pat call his friend Weldon.  Nice uncle Weldon came and got Lacy and took her back to his house.

The nice policemen took Uncle Pat to the El Paso Country Jail and got him a room.  He had to share the room with other men who forgot to pay tickets, and had robbed banks and been mean to other people.  He had to stay at the jailhouse until they let him pay his fine , and then they let him go.  It took them 12 hours to let him go.  Thankfully, there was a toilet in the room where all the men were staying.  It wasn't nice like the one we have here at home, and it didn't have a door.  Or a toilet seat.

Uncle Pat was lucky.  He got very hungry, and the nice men who worked at the jailhouse brought a lunch with a cup with some kind of meat, and some lettuce and a cookie.  And a drink of some sort.  Uncle Pat ate everything they gave him, but was still hungry.  But the nice men who worked there reminded uncle Pat that the jailhouse is not a resort hotel, and they were very busy , and that it was a good idea to not complain. 

It was about 11:30 at night when uncle Pat got out of jail.  He was awfully happy to put that adventure behind him.  He told me that next time, he'll be sure to take care of any tickets that those nice policemen give him. 


The end.    

Summary and Evaluation of my first year on the road

A year ago today, I spent my first night sleeping in my cargo trailer at the 2017 RTR.
It's been a crazy year. I lost Taz, spent 12 hours in jail for forgetting to pay a ticket, got kicked out of 2 National Forests in CO, bent my trailer axle.
I also made some friends, a lot of acquaintances, learned a lot , saw a lot of cool places.
I'm thanking God, my family and friends, Bob Wells and Jaime from Enigmatic Nomadics, Jimindenver I especially thank God for his protection and keeping me company. I always felt like the Best Friend of all was with me, keeping me company and providing an ear to listen .
My goal was to stick it out for a year. If I hated it at the end of the year, I would do something else. Well, I'm hooked. I love it.
In fact, I still start laughing for no apparent reason; largely because I'm no longer working for 2 of the stupidest corporations to ever exist.  yuk, yuk.
Thanks to everybody.

[Note: if you have a problem with me talking about God , insert your own favorite deity.  Or lack thereof.  I'm expressing my feelings.   )

I posted the following on my FB page 2/26 

A little more serious now:
I've been thinking a lot about future and past lately.   One thing I've realized is that this last year, with all of the crazy stuff that's happened to me; has been the best 12 months of my life.

I feel right now, even after almost setting myself, my trailer, and my wonderful dog Lacy,on fire, fantastic. There are now, and always will be , challenges. Things that make me wonder what the hell I'm doing. But I believe and know in my heart, that God is watching out for me.
But if I were to cross that bridge tonight, I would have no regrets. I would feel bad for those people who would miss me, but would feel like I've had a great life.
And that the best is yet to come.

You're insane

Here's a little something in the vein of Weird Al... I'm publishing it here to support my copyright .  My plan is to get someone to sing it.

{performed to the music of "You're So Vain"}

You walked in to the party

Wearing your tin foil hat

You had a chastity belt outside your pants

Your shoes they didn’t match

You had one eye pointing up above

As you watched your big bald spot

And all the girls thought that you were a weirdo

Oh, such a weirdo

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you

I saw you several years ago

Out on my own front porch

The cops that came arrested you

And drove your sad ass off

I gave up all the things I loved

And hauled-ass out of town

Now there’s piss in my corn flakes

Piss in my corn flakes

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you

{guitar solo}

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you

I heard you went to a hospital

For the criminally-insane

You flew that coop

In the blink of an eye

And you’re back on the run again

You’re not ever where you should be now

And when you are you’re with

A drug dealer guy or

Your Mom in her basement

Mom in her basement

{Chorus till finish}

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a donut

You’re insane

I bet you think your ass is a pastry, don’t you don’t you