A miserable day
The weather was miserable yesterday. It was cold, windy, and rainy with overnight freeze warnings.... And today wasn't much better. Spring has always been my least favorite time of the year in Colorado; it snows every once in a while, and dirt roads turn into mud.
The home I sold to become a full-timer had a dirt driveway about 100 yards long, and it gave very few problems until Spring. Yes, every once in a while, we would get a gully washer in the summer that would cut up the driveway and make it a little bumpy, but nothing that couldn't be easily fixed. Then in the winter, it stayed frozen most of the time, so getting up and down it usually wasn't a problem if I kept the snow plowed. But Spring was always a problem.
It would snow, but being Spring, the snow would melt off quickly, turning the driveway into mud, making getting up the hill, yes, the driveway was a hill, often difficult. But we had four-wheel drive, which would get us up the hill, but would chew up the driveway, making repairs necessary as soon as Spring was done and summer weather was upon us.
Looking back, I can't say I miss any of that, and I don't think I would want to do it all again. It's funny how so many memories of past problems start to fade away as we get older, and instead of the devastating problem you thought it was at the time, looking back into the misty past, those problems just become another chapter in the story of your life that you can laugh about and bore your grandkids with.
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Look at the camper on the right..... What is that? Is it a Volkswagen Beetle with a camper on top of it? Or is it half Beetle and half camper? It's a confusing, complicated conundrum.
This building is for sale. It's right at the corner where you turn onto the road to the Petrified Forest National Park, which seems like a great location for a tourist trap. Unfortunately, a lot of Holbrook's downtown buildings are for sale.
Which I reckon is what happens when some bureaucrat in Washington, D.C., draws a line on a map that makes Route 66 irrelevant and puts hundreds of small businesses out of business, and sweeps dozens of towns into the dustbin of history.
I do love old movie theaters; they remind me of growing up in South Carolina, where my best friend George and I would walk to the old Royal Theater in downtown Simpsonville and watch movies like "The Blob." It seems like all the old movie theaters were designed basically the same, and they're easy to spot among the other storefronts in these old downtown areas.