…and nothing else to think.

Except I thought to make a trip over the hill

through Sierra Valley’s diminishing pogonip,

hi-tech road repair leaving Doyle,

the Sand Peoples’

and Sand Pass

to Wall Spring

…and Birdfeet.

The sun finally showed on

Thursday

[the object below, souvenir burner from a water heater that may or may not have exploded, contributing to the demise of a bunkhouse on the YP Desert burnt to the ground about ten years ago, currently resides on our East Porch.]

Meanwhile…

we were surveilled by the WWll fighter* which with some regularity approaches from the south,

circles twice and returns from whence it came…

curious.

Quiet days, punctuated by UPS in a Penske truck [the substitute driver rolled the regular one -how? – while Mick was on vacation] with my dryland seed mix,

Granite Propane bringing a replacement thermostat and, Friday, Chris Mahannah to monitor the water followed later by Linda up to meet her Truckload of Art which as of 3:30 p.m.

Mountain Time was just leaving Colorado Springs…the whole week leading up to that dogged with uncertainty as to whether anyone would be around to help us unload said truckload which, as of Friday night, despite many and several calls to Town

as well as putting the Word Out in the [two] local bars, remains unresolved.

*[ideas as to what this Mysterious Aircraft might be would be most welcome]