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Poems for Boys (and Girls) Three Little Dogs

Dressing up for Dog-o-ween! It’s all the rage, don’t you know.

Three Little Dogs

Doggie number three looked so forlorn I felt I could read his mind so I have composed another poem. Edited version:

Three little dogs,

Dressed up for Halloween,

Two are very happy,

But the other one just feels stupid and wants to go home.

Three Little Dogs

Have You Ever Met a Bear?

In Bend the skies were blue, the sun was shining and the mercury had risen. We were both suffering from heat exhaustion and migraines from the sun. I fear there will be no pleasing us as we discovered that local roads in Bend can be snowed in from mid-September to mid-June. That puts both ends of the temperature spectrum at an extreme for us. We have sadly crossed the attractive town of Bend off the list of possibilities of a perfect place to live and gone back to chasing after National Parks.

“We need to have another mishap . .”

“No!”

“ . . so I’ve got something to write . .”

NO!”

“ . . about.”

“No! No! No! No! We do not need anything else to happen to us. We’ve got enough to cope with as it is.” Jimmy’s leg had not improved even with physical therapy and daily exercise. He was annoyed with it and impatient for the nerves to heal.

“I can’t write, ‘We drove to Bend and that was nice. It was hot, but it would soon get cold. We went to Crater Lake National Park and it was very beautiful. Then we went to the Newbury National Volcanic Monument and saw the Big Obsidian Flow, which was quite something and then drove to the top of a lava butte.’ I don’t know how to make it interesting unless something goes wrong.”

“No-o-o-o! You’ll just have to think of something. Make something up.” I didn’t.

Whatever is his problem? We’ve only had a trailer tire catch on fire on the interstate, had a con man take a wheel off the trailer, got caught in a microburst, raced the floods in Palm Springs, hit a bollard on I95 ripping our awning off, were scared witless on the narrow lanes of the George Washington Bridge in NYC, took all the skin off our knuckles with “house”hold chores, deafened ourselves with the trailer alarm, narrowly missed being sliced in half when high winds brought down trees in a state park we’d just vacated, sprayed ourselves with sewage, nearly had my soul stolen by a creepy woman in Kentucky, risked losing a finger or two to a snapping turtle, played chicken with an alligator, got caught up in a Border Control incident, sat in the Keys waiting out a tornado watch and towed the trailer into San Francisco by mistake, got lost and ended up on the Golden Gate Bridge.

We moved on to Glacier National Park in Montana. Perhaps a black bear would step out in front us in the park. Now that would make riveting reading.

I’d like to meet a bear. We have a lot in common. According to the National Park Service website “Individual bears have their own personal space requirements, which vary depending on their mood. Each will react differently and its behavior can’t be predicted. All bears are dangerous and should be respected equally.” Gee, who does that sound like?

We did meet a bear. She did run in the road in front of us. Jimmy kept hold of my shirttail to keep me in the car so my photographic efforts amounted to a picture through the window of her rear-end as she dashed off in pursuit of her cubs. Ten people have died from bear attacks at Glacier in the last 100 years. Isn’t it sweet that himself doesn’t want me to be number 11?

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Here are few of our uh-oh moments:

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/08/23/which-way-now/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/which-way-now-part-2-lost-in-san-francisco/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/08/25/still-alive-road-kill-for-dinner/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/08/25/road-kill-for-dinner/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/the-flim-flam-man/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/10/19/wheels-on-fire/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/nightmares-before-bedtime/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2012/11/16/youd-think-wed-know-by-now/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/killer-trees/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2013/07/05/snakes-in-her-hair/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/did-you-say-70-teeth/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/we-should-have-stayed-at-home/

https://whichwaynow101.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/a-brush-with-the-law/

There are more. Enough already!

Wait Here. I mean RIGHT HERE!

Steller’s Jay having a sustaining snack while he waits to board the Sky Trail and descend the mountain at Trees of Mystery at the heart of the Redwood National and State Parks in Northern California.

Steller's Jay waiting for Sky Trail at Trees of Mystery, Northern California

The chipmunk read the sign literally but became impatient with the wait:

Steller's Jay and chipmunk waiting for the Sky Trail at Trees of Mystery, Northern California

There they go! Can you see them in there?

Sky Trail, Trees of Mystery, Northern California

They were late for the wedding at the Cathedral Tree:

Cathedral Tree, Trees of Mystery, Northern California

Can You See Him? Can You See Him Now?

I took this photo because it seemed either the park ranger must have been very short-sighted or the bison had a sense of humor. Only when I downloaded the photo did I see the prairie dog. Can you see him?

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Look again. There is a little bitty head sticking up out of the mound beneath the bison on the left of the above photos. This is what he looks like:

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He obviously didn’t read the sign below and keep his distance!

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