I took typing in high school.
Still unable to make my headset work, it appears I will be manually typing my blog until I get back to Denver and get a new one from Amazon.
Like a lot of kids in the 1960s, I took a typing class in high school because I needed a few easy credits to pass. Now I'm beginning to wish I had paid more attention to my typing and less attention to the girl sitting next to me.
Temps at Pete's are mid-80s for high and low 50s at night, which means I have to wear a light fleece jacket in the morning since I'm acclimatized to the almost 100-degree weather in Denver.....TAFN. [That's All For Now.] I learned that in typing class, and I’ve never had a chance to use it till today. The other thing I learned in typing class is it’s extremely difficult to cheat on a typing test.
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The road to Pete’s. Notice the washboard… cars glide over them with ease, but trucks with heavy loads and 75-PSI tires like mine shake your bones.
Stopping to open my gate. The gate is nowhere near the front of my property; I built it here for my convenience.
What grandkid wouldn’t want to see a dead cow on Papa’s property? This is all open range, so I would often find two or three deceased bovines on my property in the Spring. Sickness, extreme cold, and predators such as mountain lions or bears were usually the cause.
Dad is teaching his daughter how to shoot.
The grandkids and their dad are going for a walk on the hilly part of my property.
The camper boondocked next to my shooting bench.