Emmi almost got nailed by a rattlesnake again this morning but we think maybe she has figured out that buzzing noise is not a good thing—all this happened in seconds—Emmi was in the lead, she heard the buzz, came running back to me, I heard the buzz at about the same time Emmi did, I yelled at Michael to stop (he didn’t hear the buzz) and yep, there it was, right on the trail. I hate rattlesnakes with a passion!!
The Bayfield Bunch Al frequently talks about his desire for travel—his wanderlust. Do you have a desire for travel?? In my family growing up I was blessed to have two Grandmothers with us until I was well into adulthood. One Grandmother, Dad’s mother hated to go anywhere—she would go to church or to town but never anywhere else if she could help it, in later years, Dad became a lot like her. Now Mom’s Mother, her suitcase was packed all the time, if someone said “go”, she said “where”. My Mother inherited her Mom’s love of “go.” And I guess to some extent so did I.
Michael’s Mother loved to travel, Nat hated to travel. He frequently paid for someone else to travel with Joy rather than go himself. Nat still refuses to travel, has not been back on an airplane since WWII ended. We try to talk him into going somewhere warm with us for the winter, nope, not happening.
I am the only person in my immediate family that does not live on or near the family farm where I grew up. I left Arkansas in 1985, moving to Texas and in 1992 moved to Wyoming. I’d say I have a touch of wanderlust.
So, do you have wanderlust, is the grass greener somewhere else?? If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live??
Last night the sunset was breathtaking, stunning, I stood outside for a long time watching the colors change.
Nat has a terrible summer cold, I made chicken noodle soup and we drove into town late afternoon to see about him. He is feeling a tad bit better.
A good day in Montana.