Eighth Wonder Of The World
Trip Start Jul 08, 2006
106Trip End Sep 03, 2006
Get up! I finally say. We've got a Grand day ahead of us! And so we do. He grins and looks around. I teach him all the tricks I know.
"In a motel room, always pull the bedcovers up, let the spread cover the pillows, let it lay flat. Then, you can gather your stuff together on top of the bed, look around, make sure nothing's left behind. Otherwise, your pj's will wind up buried, or maybe your favorite book."
He heeds my suggestion, pulls the cover up, dresses, zips his pack
Now pee the cooler, I say.
He looks at me. All the ice has melted now, I explain, so set it on the bathtub edge, and pull the plug.
Aha! He tilts the cooler to the side, the water flows, this is pretty funny, see. We add new ice, and check our drinks.
It will be HOT till we cross back over the mountains, I warn.
Checked out, and in the car, cross the bridge and climb the hill, now stop.
Inside, we get our passbooks stamped, Lake Roosevelet National Recreation Area. The movie next, and so we learn about the FLOOD. The one that dug the coulees out, the one that dropped the boulders on the plain. Good grief! I'm glad I didn't live here then, 12,000 years ago. Imagine wearing wooley mammoth skins for clothes.