Friday, sore from the effort, we inspected our accomplishments behind the library and

were rewarded with a small abundance of chanterelles, deliciously sauteed in the excellent olive oil Josephine’s brother makes in Lucca Sicula, Sicilia, and exports to the family’s deli in Pueblo.

Saturday saw a small wearying walk before the p.o.,

Sunday up the creek, ‘squitoes [not shown] skeeting, sunflowers ever more outrageous everywhere up here…

Monday a developing dental emergency necessitated a trip to Pueblo,

a new dentist for L., shopping and our usual stop for lunch.

Given that our last return had bogged down in town with a never-explained Total Freeway Closure and the time before that had the added half hour delay of a car fire, we set off from Jorge’s in some trepidation, especially after hearing about “Leon Smith and the Curtain of Doom”*

but finally this time we made it home, no problem, with plenty of time to put on a dinner party.

Wednesday Aggie was uncommonly thirsty on the walk

but the big event was that, after several days getting Trigger set up [including but not limited to a bloody gash in the head Sunday afternoon] to run, we succeeded, after a two year hiatus,

in doing just that…big thanks to the Carburetor Factory, who have been rebuilding carbs since before Advanced Design Chevs existed. Yes, the gauges all work [!].

That night, third in a row either out or entertaining, we went to Leon’s for Bill’s 66th birthday, [uneasily leaving  Aggie home after she regurgitated a small lake on the mudroom floor]

where a good time was seemingly had by all unto rather late, particularly us as we had to be up at six the next morning for another Dental Adventure in Pueblo.

*Our neighbor Leon was a few miles south of Stem Beach on I-25 when the semi ahead of him completely disappeared into a dense curtain of rain and stopped, which he was fortunately able to do as well but while in there monster winds snapped a strap, shattering his rear window and releasing several sheets of drywall and plywood from his roof, never to be seen again.  He moved tentatively through the downpour and was soon out the other side in bright sunshine, clear highway all the way down to Redrock Road, our turn for the Huerfano.