The view of our camp. Can you spot the Beaver coach in this picture?
Parker
I confused a few people. I’d better put the recent wine comment in context: Us, with an open wireless internet signal. Wine, the universal “thank-you”. Regularly, someone next to us is so appreciative of the open internet signal that they want to do something nice for us in return. By far, the most frequent token of their appreciation is a bottle of wine. The irony of the situation is that, even though I like wine (Judy doesn’t), I am a total wine-weenie (Remember, two glasses of Two-Buck-Chuck kicked my ass.)(Actually, one and a half glasses did the trick; I couldn’t make it through the second glass before I had to go lie down.). I can enjoy one glass of wine with dinner if I don’t plan on doing anything else that evening. Not a very efficient use of an entire bottle of wine; drink one glass and retire the remainder; but it’s the best I can do. Some of the wines I get are significantly better than the Two Buck Chuck, but no matter. One glass is my limit.
Thanksgiving
A quiet day on the river until Nikki caught a fish.
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving in Parker. Judy hasn’t had a holiday with her sister Sue in forty years. Come to think of it, I haven’t either. Well, we ended that run. Thanksgiving dinner with Sue, John, and family on the river. Nice. Good food, good family, and Wii. Wii is the sports video game with hand-held controllers that require you to mimic the actual movements required for each sport. We played a little tennis and shot some pool, but it was bowling that dominated the evening. That’s a wild game; bowling. Outside, a quiet day on the deck overlooking the river. Those little white dots on the water are bufflehead ducks.
Parker
I guess it’s not all that unusual to see an out-of-range bird. Not by our recent experience anyway. We could never predict which out-of-range bird will show up, but I guess we can’t help from seeing something rare on occasion if we’re paying attention. Now, already, it has happened again. We’ve got another eastern bird: a rose breasted grosbeak. We’ve seen this bird before, but never out in the desert southwest! He’s hanging out with a flock of white crowned sparrows. He’s not on the list of birds likely to be seen here.