|COUNTRY ROADS WERE IN GOOD SHAPE TODAY|
|THIS IS BASICALLY WHAT OUR COUNTRYSIDE LOOKS LIKE NOW|
|AT THE BANNOCKBURN CONSERVATION AREA|
|HEAVY WET SNOW ON THE BOARDWALK|
|HEAVY WET SNOW IS VERY EASY TO GET STUCK IN BUT WE WERE OKAY WITH SNOW TIRES AND FOUR WHEEL DRIVE|
|HEADING SOUTH ON BANNOCKBURN LINE|
Right next door to the carwash is the Tim Horton coffee shop constructions site so I was quick to have myself a looky see if there had been any progress from a few days ago. Yes there had and I was happy to see workers on the roof. If they keep this up they just might make that April 2025 opening day after all:))
|ENCOURAGING TO SEE SOME PROGRESS ON TIM HORTONS COFFEE SHOP|
|CAN'T HELP IT.....I JUST LIKE THE LOOKS OF THIS HOUSE|
|NICE TO SEE BLUE SKIES OVER BAYFIELD AGAIN|
|STILL SOME LEAVES ON A FEW TREES|
And 12 years ago yesterday we were hiking around in Bryce Canyon, Utah:)) Bryce Canyon. While re-figuring out how to put photo albums together recently I came across a bunch of photo albums I thought I had lost. I vaguely remember putting some of them together over the years and many are totally new to me which I guess is one of the up-sides of a forgetful memory like mine. Seeings how we may not make it to the Southwest this year I am going to periodically have a little feature at the end of my posts and call it, 'Memory Lane' I'll throw a photo album in there with a brief description of what it is about and where it is. Could be right here at home or it could be somewhere way off in southern California somewhere. These will be albums of our earlier home and travel years with photos I have not seen for a very long time. You may find some of the photos interesting...……………….
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Texas, walks into a bar and orders three mugs of beer. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time." The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all left our home in Texas , we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. It is obvious what has happened. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on the loss of one of your brothers." The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking." "Hasn't affected my brothers though."
“I have trouble liking brass bands. They are all made up of a bunch of blowhards.”