The great thing about long drives through desolate country is that it gives you the opportunity to evaluate your life. On this recent drive from 6500 feet at the base of a ski resort to zero feet in the middle of the desert I have observed a few things about my life as I sneak up on sixty eight in July.
First off, I’m really grateful to still be alive. I love living and there have been way too many times in my past when I should have bought the farm. I’m also in pretty good shape for an old guy compared to the sorry asses my age that I’ve seen around the casinos here in Laughlin, NV. (pronounced lof-lin)
I slipped on my prescription shades and hunkered down my Tilly hat last night and went looking for comrades. I didn’t see any. All of the people my age have bought the fat farm and they’re either riding a scooter, staggering around with a cane, or waddling back and forth with their even fatter old lady in tow. Oh well, the weather is terrific and some outside bands were playing oldies.
I took a road trip down to Lake Havasu this morning and snapped a few shots, and my buddy Dave (niece Catherine’s husband) is swinging by here shortly. We’ll grab a meal!
Interesting pictures. The sky looks very inviting. Sorry to hear that the people are all to old and fat to hang out with. You know those young puppies don’t have jobs so they have no money. No money no fun. Continue on to the fun in the sun. Thanks for sharing your sun shine.
You have to go to Vegas for the young at heart. Loughlin is where all the old desert rat dwellers and spouses go to buy their appliances for their trailers out on the desert floor in Arizona. Really!