Loving my new name!
Last night we had a wonderful monsoon storm, full of thunder and lightning (very, VERY frightening), wind and rain. Today, the PTB thought it was a good idea to send me, in my light, low clearance econobox vehicle to Crown King. (Old mining town, popular destination for 4-wheel folks.)
While the main road is “maintained” by the county, most of the rest of the roads are catch as catch can and the storms had damaged them enough that I couldn’t get through. I did manage to enumerate a 70 year old guy living in a building that was listed as abandoned. (Not as horrible as it sounds, he had a porta-potty and a hand-washing station by his front door. I could see that he had plenty of wood. He seemed pretty content and he grows some amazing bud. I think I’ll be hanging out with him again soon.)
Besides the Very Good Dog rescue, I have seen the baby spots on a fawn irl (AWESOME!), saw a baby roadrunner and was able to tell a rancher where his prized longhorn bull was.
This has been pretty cool!
Also, I have learned that when coming across a Trumper, the best way to get them to like me is to start complaining about how stupid the government is to have sent me out there in my little car. Once we start singing the same song, we are bestest buddies so of course they will try their best to help me out.