In previous posts you see I was in Denver and then Northern Nevada (the land with limited gasoline).
Then the week of Thanksgiving, I went to Sacramento for business meetings. Yeah, the week of Thanksgiving. WTF? But I went. And it was lovely – the trees in ‘Mento were at full peak and it was just really nice to walk around and enjoy a place that has “fall.” California is whack, yo. And not in the fun fingernail polish sniffing way. I just have to shake my head and thats all I can say about that.
The airport in Mento had just opened a new terminal – and one of the centerpeices in said terminal is this really cool light fixture:
I can not help but wonder WHY they didn’t try to camofluage the supporting braces and chains better? Because its really really pretty till you see metal bands around it. Disappointing. But I still want one.
Then I went to Carson City. Twice in one week, with one over night stay. But yeah. I wasn’t sure I if I was coming or going at that point. I think I spent more time at the airport than my house.
And then the Cowboy had me up at the ranch in Utah his friend owns. The Cowboy was deep frying a turkey. And yes, he really is a cowboy. See below:
That’s a blue heeler. And let me assure you, he’s watching the NFR (National Finals Rodeo) on satellite. Which he watched every. single. night. it was in town. Ten days of cows, horses, and all that implies. I learned things. Against my better judgement, I learned things.
But the Ranch is lovely, and it was nice to get away, even if it were a bit “brisk” and the Cowboys is both a cover stealer and a bed hog. This was the trip where he learned, “If she’s up and dressed before I am, its not going to be a good day.”
And on the drive back, just this side of the Virgin Narrows on I-15, you can see the B-dawg, who enjoyed chilling with the ranch dogs and getting to run around and be silly. He slept pretty much the whole way home, which was a nice change.
I’ll have christmas photos up soon. Perhaps by easter. Hope you all have a lovely holiday season and don’t party too hard on New Years!






Oh pup! What a great picture of B-Dawg, all bushed and tuckered out from playing with bigger dawgs and having fun with some pals. And LOL about being up and dressed before the Cowboy–if that were the case around here, every day would be a bad day for Guy. I’m ALWAYS up before he is. I had to get him out of bed this morning so we could go to New Year’s Day brunch. Slacker.
Happy New Year!!
I think missing the seasons would do me in in Vegas. Fall and spring were my favorite seasons for years. (Now, it’s summer in Seattle, but that doesn’t quite equal summer in Vegas.)
The pup asleep on your shoulder? Photo GOLD. SO sweet.