The people of Ely and White Pine County, Nevada, are proud of the area’s rich history, as they should be.
Rather than me posting several photos of murals, if interested, do a search for “images of Hotel Nevada murals.” See if you can find the . . . um . . . lady with the peek-a-boo pantaloons. Shocking!
In the previous post I promised to show photos of the old railroad depot and museum. I do want the railroad buffs to be happy so here they are!
But I don’t feel like talking about the old train depot and the museum. I’ll stick the train and museum photos in between other stuff, okay?
Wow! Did you see the comments under the previous post?
I turn everything over to my readers while I enjoy a break from commenting. Well, I don’t know how the word gets around. Someone must have whispered across the blogosphere, “Hey, RVSue’s not here. It’s time to PAR-TEEE!”
What fun for me to sit back, relax, and learn more about those who read my blog. I hope it’s fun for you, too. What a great group of goodhearted, helpful, interesting people come here!
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You know something? It’s pretty darned hard to write something interesting in between a bunch of railroad photos. Let’s see . . .
Our camp at Ward Mountain Campground continues to be a quiet, peaceful camp.
No one is here and rarely does anyone drive through the campground or the road leading to it, except for the forest service occasionally. Of course, the lack of campers is because of the cold.
I don’t mind the cold.
It’s a rare experience ever since I retired and it became possible for me to choose where I want to live on any given day. This touch of winter is a nice change and I love change!
Some days I have it on all day. Usually it becomes too warm inside by mid-afternoon. I turn it off for a few hours and then fire it back up before the evening chill returns. I always turn it off to sleep.
Overnight lows have been in the high 20s with daytime highs in the 30s to 50s. No problem with pipes freezing (knock on fiberglass!).
This post is as dull as dirt in a pile and it’s going nowhere.
Here’s another railroad pic. I can’t take it anymore. I’m going for a walk with Reggie and Bridget. See ya’ later!
Wednesday, April 8
Reggie stirs from under the covers and proceeds to lick my face, burrow his nose into my neck, jump on my shoulder, dig into my head, and growl while he wiggles his tail. He knows I’m not asleep. I was up earlier to turn on the heater.
“Okay, Reggie, I get the message.”
I sit up laughing as Reggie excitedly jumps back and forth over the sleeping Bridget. I slip my feet into my Bearpaw boots. I put Reggie into his sweater and clip the leash to his collar. No point in waking Bridget this early.
Grabbing my coat, I open the door of the Best Little Trailer and . . .
The step has a layer of snow on it about 2-3 inches deep.
“Hold on, Reggie. Let me get the broom first.”
I close the door to keep Reggie inside while I sweep off the step and blue mat.
I’m glad I put the lounger and the rest of the mat in the PTV yesterday. . .
“Okay, Reggie Man. You can come out now.”
I take hold of his leash before stepping inside for the camera.
Then we go outside.
“What happened, little guy?”
“Let’s make this quick, Reggie.”
“C’mon, Reg. You can do it. We’ll sight-see later. Do your business . . . please!”
“Way to go! We have lift-off!
Together Reggie and I sprint to the BLT.
I caress her cheek with the back of my hand.
“Keep sleeping, honey. It’s early.”
I make a pot of coffee and flip on the computer.
After several minutes, I feel eyes in the side of my head.
“I’m okay, sweetie,” I reassure him as I kiss his head and pull the covers around him. “I’m checking the blog. Go back to sleep.”
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