For the Twelfth of July

This morning I awoke to the sound of so many birds in the distance.  At first I couldn't figure out why the cacophony was so distant sounding.  Hadn't I fallen asleep at a resort with the slider door open?  Why yes, I had.  Although the view is through the slider, the woods are to the back of the unit, so alas, distant sounds.  I went back to sleep.  The next time I woke up the sound of birds were fewer and distant automobiles and such more plentiful.  I updated yesterday's blog with pictures and prepared to start my back-to-reality day.

Reality is that my hand is much improved!  I couldn't tell by how this doctor wrote out the paperwork but I think I can do a little more?  I have another appointment on Monday with the Orthopedic Doctor.

Links from the Vlog:

Clark's Trading Post

Hermanos

Poor Howard


Happy for today is the doctor telling me that I am too healthy (other than the injury) to be spending so much time seeing doctors.

Goodbye Mountains.

Hello Poor Howard

He is way behind us...

with the guitar

This is a poor picture of a group of bicyclists in the background.

Night riders.