We like our RV spot on the beach on the Texas coast so much; we jumped at the chance when we got an opportunity to buy a spot on a golf course in the same area. We got in so early; they were still pushing around sand and brush and digging out lakes. They got a lot done, but not enough to keep the money man happy. They were delayed all summer by a lot more rain than they normally get down there. Apparently, the money guy behind the project had enough, called a halt, and took his equipment away. The project is dead in the water. We don’t know if it’s going to start up again or not. Guess we just have to wait and see. We’ve already closed on the lot, but our money is still in escrow at the title company. We may have to apply to get it back for now. We’re hoping the project comes back to life and eventually we get our spot on the golf course, but we won’t be staying there this winter. Guess Judy doesn’t get her golf cart this year either.
Fish story
Our friend John went flyfishing in Russia.
Durango
But us; we’re not in Russia; or even in Glenwood Springs. We’re in Durango. Here for a week. Cold blustery weather at the start, with nighttime lows in the twenties. We had to go to winter utility mode, disconnecting the water each night, draining the hose, and running off the tanks until the weather warmed up again the next day. It has cleared up since, with daytime highs in the seventies. Perfect fall weather surrounded by fall’s evolving colors. Watching the steam trains go by each day; hearing the whistles. Wrapping up jobs. Enjoying the Rockies’ run. Eighteen of their last nineteen games. Got a flock of evening grosbeaks.
Birds
While we were in Glenwood Springs a pack of pine siskins descended on our feeders. An entire bowlful of pine siskins. They flow to and from the feeder in waves, depending on the presence of jays. One jay in; every little bird out until the jays have vacated. Siskins make the sweetest, faintest little twittering sounds while they’re there. They probably make the same sounds when they’re not there, we just can’t tell. We can tell with the chickadees. You can hear them from everywhere. The chickadees and siskins are wary of jays, but not of us. A person can stand within reach of the feeder without interfering with them. Little birds bouncing around, going about their little bird business all within three feet of the observer. Fun.
Football
The Broncos suck.