Winter Comes Early in These Parts

Snowy Truck at HomeWhat was that about how it’s almost time to fly south?

I think that boat left without us. This is supposed the first day of Autumn. But I think Autumn got scared, and flew south too. Looks like winter is here.

This is the scene outside today. A winter storm warning has been issued for the next few days. Lucky for us, we’ve got food, booze and Internet. And Wyatt Ray really loves playing all this white stuff. Wyatt in the Snow

I’ll never forget the look on his face when we took him outside in the morning. Jim opened the door, and Wyatt’s ears went straight up. His eyes bugged out of his skull. He jumped and romped and spun around and just couldn’t understand what all of that white stuff was!

The Farmers Almanac is predicting a cold, hard winter in these parts. I look outside at our snow-covered rig, and thank Dog that we are in the house right now. The outside temperature is in the low 30s, but it’s warm and toasty inside the house with our fire going.

Time’s a wastin’, we better get moving soon.

12 thoughts on “Winter Comes Early in These Parts”

  1. Hey you guys shouldn’t be so surprisd about the early snow. Didn’t you pay attention in history class when all the settlers in the wagon trains always were worried about getting over the Rockies before the snow came? They always seemed to be worried about it in like August or September. Ah haaa! The Proof is in the Pudding! I guess from now on your deadline to move-out will be the end of September! You can use my birthday as a guide line (Sept 20th!!). Good luck with the snow.

  2. So here I am slipping on my favorite tank top this morning (75 F or so), the one that shows my near granite biceps, when it came to mind that we who live in southern California plan our visits to Winter rather than the inverse.

    I can smell the chorizo on El Jefe’s grill now, mmmmm, the splattering explosions of gristle, shoulder, and maybe snout from an animal whose sacrifices gives those of us who partake one more day to celebrate the miracle dance of hot coals and meat parts, namely piggy.

    It was the noble pig that kept my family alive during WWII in Germany. Yes, we were on the other side, but when it came to pork we were on the winning side, the inside that is. Ours was a farming family that lived more often than not during allied bombings in the basement of a small house on edges of a village called Wolfskelen.

    It was there where my grandfather played violin, made custom furniture, and ultimately was conscripted by the Wehrmacht. He was not a good soldier I learned recently as he became a cross-dressing actor and some-time tank driver during some very nasty battles that cost too many lives on both sides. The shame of war but the necessity of resolution.

    Anyway, it was pork that saved our family as my grandmother hid most of the animals under a dugout pen covered with branches and loose grasses whose surface was like that of the natural landscape. This was hard work for sure as the piggies needed extra large pens with ramps so they could be fed and walked and cuddled and butchered. But again, it was the noble pig that saved our bloodline (mmmm, bloodwurst).

    Pork is largely an international source of protein. Only in Arab nations and in Israel do they consider the pig “pork-sona non grata”, the reason? Neither culture eats scavengers, a holdover from a different time I would venture?

    In Germany today the piggy is considered good luck, extremely good luck, during Christmas people will offer marzipan pigs to children and tell them they have “schwine”, which can be likened to a blessing of good luck.

    So Senior Jefe, as you turn those sausages and take in their sumptuous fumes of air borne fat, heft a stein and say, “we are a blessed people today for the pig has saved us again.”

    What has this to do with Colorado Winters in August? Well, look at it this way, both El Jefe and I are only wearing clothes because it’s the law rather over that of weather/climate.

    So, when in Texas Rene, lift a tofu dog to the sky and ask, “though I don’t and won’t eat meat, I have to concede that meat has saved lives, bless you great spirit of the loin (mmmm)!”

    All the best from Enrico as he has struck again!

    *not a paid endorsement from the international council of pork products or MSMC (mechanically seperated meat consortium).

    • Eric, great observation about winter. Oh, and that pork story is just too weird. I just in good conscience hoist my tofu dog up in the air and salute the slaughter of animals. Sorry!

  3. Brrrrrrr…..Looks like a one dog night to me in those winter pics…We have the rig in gear and now we are in Iowa… Heading south…Looking forward in meeting up with Wyatt and of course meeting you as well. Looking forward to a Nu RVers gathering!! Keep your stick on the ice!

  4. OMG, run!

    Alaska was beautiful. I could have stayed there a long time. I had to keep reminding myself that the signs say “no studded tires before Sept 15th” and that I needed to head south.

    Hope you guys are enjoying your new place.


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