Watched Formula 1 racing. Did chores around the house. Laundry. Then got a visit with nephew Jon!
Always good to catch-up with him. We missed Amy this trip. Rain check.
In need of an invention
The tools for cleaning the bugs off the bus windshield. A brush on a stick.
A squeegee on a stick.
For most of the windshield, this process works just fine. But around the edges, the windshield is round and the squeegee is flat.
There’s the problem. We can’t really clean the water off the round-glass edges of the windshield and it dries spotted and messy.
The solution so far has been to put a microfiber cloth on the scrubber/squeegee and finish drying the glass with that.
Finishing the windshield that way works, but it’s so improvised. It doesn’t seem like every motorhomer with a big windshield should be left to invent their own solutions. This seems to be a situation crying out for a new standard tool!
Wednesday
Looking around the park.
Changed sites. (Last minute reservations when we found we were getting here early. We could only get one night at each site.)
This one doesn’t suck either.
White pelicans in the pond.
And a car charger right in the State Park.
That’s pretty cool. Forward thinking. And it’s free!
Happy Birthday, Jesse!
Number two.
Tuesday
St Vrain State Park.
Charming, as always.
Straight to Becky and Brian’s for our first visit.
There were lots of other kids (and Becky) there, but we got lost in the moment and forgot to take any more people pictures.
Gotta love that deck and yard though.
And Puff.
Yay Puff!
Monday
Texas Highways. Gotta love em, right?
No shoulder. Old asphalt. Houses. Driveways. 75 mph. Well, at least it has a centerline.
There is one bird that has been seen all around us in Texas, but we missed it every time. Our nemesis bird, the Mississippi Kite. Well, just before we left Texas, all the way north to Wolf Creek County Park, we suddenly, just in time, found our Mississippi Kites. Not just one or two, but we saw eight of them while we were there. Bird number 404 for the year.
Didn’t get a picture, but here is what it looks like.
(Not my photo.)
The last two new Texas counties for this part of the trip.
Along the way, at a Colorado Rest stop.
Petrified mud?
John Martin Reservoir State Park for the night. No internet.
I swear there are other campers here. You just can’t see them.
For the first time since 2019, we drove the motorhome out of Texas. We left the state!