FOR TONIGHT'S PHOTOS & IN KEEPING WITH THE HALLOWEEN FEEL, LETS GO UNDERGROUND TO THE....CARLSBAD CAVERNS IN NEW MEXICO (December 21/06)
Halloween night 8 years ago was cold & pouring rain. I remember that specific night because it was the night we drove out of the old farm house lane near Fullarton Ontario for the very last time. Kelly had gone on ahead of me in her little 323 Mazda loaded with last minute household things. I wasn't too far behind her with our 97 Dodge Ram pick-up truck loaded to overflowing with the very last of our possessions. Just enough room in the cab for Max & I. It would be another couple of years before we met Checkers & the Motormouse. So, with windshield wipers slapping time in the darkened night & the truck heater keeping Max & I warm & toasty, we made the 40 minute drive to our new beginnings. It was the night we moved from the cold & drafty old rented farmhouse we had lived in for 8 years to our newer home here in Bayfield Ontario. It was Halloween night & despite a nasty 'trick' the weather was playing on us, it was a real 'treat' to be moving into our very own warm & very cozy little place.
It was truly an exciting time for us back in September & October of 2002. We had signed the papers for our 'new to us' place the weekend after Labor Day & from that week-end on until we moved the last of our stuff Halloween night, it was many trips back & forth ferrying our stuff from point A to point B. Our move from Fullarton to Bayfield was all made possible by my Uncle Harry. It was one of the last times I remember being that excited about something except when we later bought our Motor Home of course.
Last year on Halloween night we were in Columbus, New Mexico for an overnighter in a quiet RV Park....we were the only one's there. A little Mexican boy came to our door dressed up as a........ little Mexican boy. Had been quite awhile since I heard the word, 'Trick or Treat.' Three years ago we were recovering at a quiet little RV Park in Ellis Kansas. We had just tangled with a nasty Kansas cross wind earlier that day & had part of our side awning destroyed. This is my blog from that stressful day....BIG KANSAS WIND.
I have put together a short photo album of Carlsbad below........
I am probably going to be using mostly file pics from now until the time we roll out next Saturday. Our weather is cold, gray & damp. Not many leaves left on the trees & our countryside has been transformed from beautiful Autumn colors to a drab gray forlorn landscape so not very photogenic. We did have some hail go through late this morning & some snow showers late this afternoon.
We are down to the final 5 days before heading out on our southwest journey so this is the week the majority of pencil check marks will be be hitting our 'to do' list. If our list had 50 things on it, 40 of the 'things to do' would all be last week stuff with the majority of those 40 tasks coming down to the last couple days & final hours & minutes before leaving. Yes, it's going to be a busy week.........at last:)))))))))
GROANER'S CORNER: And, it is only because it is Halloween that I give you this one..............
A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears: BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...
Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him. BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...
Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.FASTER...FASTER..BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.
He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping. Clappity-BUMP...Clappity-BUMP....Clappity-BUMP...
Spinning around on his heels the terrified man runs. Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door bumping and clapping toward him. The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...and,
The coffin stops........................
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