A FELLOW RV BLOGGER STOPS BY OUR CONGRESS ARIZONA HOUSE

MISTY MORNING IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD

Woke up to a cool graying mist hanging silently in our surrounding Pine forest. I like how foggy mornings cast an an ethereal mood over the landscape giving the tall Pines a ghostly sentinel look. But, the fog wasn't thick enough to hide us as we headed into the forest on our morning walk.  Within minutes, the dreaded Deer Flies had us on the run for home.

QUIET STROLL BESIDE THE POND

Had a few questions about one of my prescriptions so rather than waste my time with a silly phone call to the the Medical Center I hopped aboard the bike & headed for Goderich. Nice warm morning for a ride through the countryside. Inland was clear but I could see a heavy fog hanging over the lake to the west. Rolled down around the harbor & snapped off a couple quick pics without getting off the bike. Only a few minutes at the Medical Center & I was out of town rumbling through the picturesque countryside on the longer scenic road home.

A FREIGHTER IN THE MIST TAKES ON A LOAD OF SALT AT THE GODERICH SALT MINE

Was surprised to see a photo of our Congress Arizona house in RETIRED ROD'S post this morning. Rod had a photo of MIKE & PAT'S winter home too. They are just a few miles from our place.  Rod & Loyce, after spending long hours & days moving into their new house down in Mesa decided to take a break & go for a drive. They ended up in Congress & found our digs on Ghost Town Road.  Rod stopped to take a few photos.  We have a nice Mexican family on our North side there & Rod said the neighbor was keeping a pretty close eye on him. Thanks for the emailed photos Rod:))

NOT TOO OFTEN YOU GET TO SEE A FREIGHT TRAIN ENGINE & A GREAT LAKES FREIGHTER SIDE BY SIDE

It's quite a mixed neighborhood we have there in Congress. At the southern end of Ghost Town Road is a small ritzy & nice looking adobe walled community of new houses. Heading north up the road the properties vary from junkyard scrap heaps to nice looking landscaped homes with just about everything in between. Ghost Town Road ends at the old historic Congress Gold Mine. A neighbor of ours told me our Congress house was built with materials from that old Gold Mine. The fellow who built our house worked in the mine & we think our Cowboy Construction house was built in the 50's. Hmmmm, wonder if he stashed any sacks of gold dust in the attic. We are sooooo looking forward to getting back there this winter & working on the house & grounds. Lots to do for sure & I'm looking forward to the challenge:))

LOOKS LIKE JUNIOR DROPPED HIS JUBE JUBES IN GODERICH’S WALMART YESTERDAY

Going to publish the blog early tonight because I'm meeting a good friend for coffee at 7 in a nearby small town. Our coffee blowouts over the past 30+ years are legendary & tonight's get together will be no different. Actually, Jim quit drinking coffee many years ago & I will stretch out my small decaf for the 3 hours or so we'll be at the coffee shop.

WE ARE SO FORTUNATE TO HAVE THIS SCENIC AREA TO WALK EVERY MORNING

GROANER'S CORNER:(( An elderly couple had been experiencing declining memories, so they decided to take a power memory class where one is taught to remember things by association. A few days after the class, the old man was outside talking with his neighbor about how much the class helped him.
"What was the name of the Instructor?" asked the neighbor.
"Oh, ummmm, let's see," the old man pondered. "You know that flower, you know, the one that smells really nice but has those prickly thorns, what's that flower's name?"
"A rose?" asked the neighbor.
"Yes, that's it," replied the old man. He then turned toward his house and shouted, "Hey, Rose, what's the name of the Instructor we took the memory class from?"

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