Yellow is the Color of the Day

Renita noticed the common yellow throats that flitted in the brush along the water. A yellow warbler perched in a ponderosa overhead as a yellow-rumped warbler made its appearance. Joining the color palette were two pine siskins and of course you have to mention the yellow headed blackbird that flew above the lake. It seemed pretty amazing to see it all from our camp chairs set up next to the picnic table.

Later as Renita read a newspaper, seven yellow and brown goslings paraded between their parents, watching her closely to make sure she wasn't a threat. They also eyed Molly, our dog, but she didn't seem too concerned with geese and never has figured out whether they are a threat.

In the lake below several mallards paddled and fed while two pairs of Great Blue Herons roosted in a dead pine tree across the lake. There were also other birds, black capped chickadees and white streaked sparrows present but yellow was definitely the color of the day.

We have been camped for the last three nights at Keyhole State park, and in our favorite campsite. I’ve been running to Gillette for my yearly doctors visit, (which went well), and now today we have to get the house in as a major problem that has developed in the frame.

Kind of weird really as it stood up to all the Alaskan frost heaves and then the front cap frame apparently has cracked and the front cap is separating from the rest of the house. This apparently happened when we hit some rough road on Interstate Ninety just west of Sundance. Luckily it didn’t fail completely.

I think of the pioneers crossing the Great Plains in their covered wagons and I am sure a breakdown must have been a nightmare but they usually had the help of the rest of the wagon train. Kind of like a caravan of rver’s, so anyway today’s agenda is calling Good Sam for support,( break downs are just a part of our lifestyle), oh and also looking for more yellow! Clear skies.