Weezy

Weezy started here.

Then jumped.

And landed up here.

Field Trip

Yesterday, Papa Hen was in camper heaven at an RV salvage store north of Denver.  The mission was to find a window to replace the cracked back window on our camper, Little Red.  We drove far, got lost, gawked at the Platte River, now overflowing its regular path, and finally arrived.  We were happily surprised to find another Cardinal Travel Trailer parked in the lot and parked right behind this older and wider model.  Given permission by a salesperson to peek inside, we couldn't resist. 

Then we proceeded with the mission at hand: an aluminum window approximately 58 X 18 inches.  The salesperson took us into a garage.  Outside and in, it must have contained a thousand old RV windows.

 All shapes and sizes. 

 

Papa Hen had the patience to look and look until he found the right window.  I wandered.  Wandering brought me to this little gem of a camper.  I asked a clerk in the store about it and he made it very clear that it is not for sale.  No mind, we love our Little Red. 

And Papa Hen is happily home now, replacing the old window with the new window while listening to the chickens squawk.

Here's the old window.

And working on the new one.

The Sounds of Last Night

We woke in the night (around 1:00 am) to this noise.

This is what we saw.

And this morning there was still marble sized hail all over the yard and in the plants.  Our poor vegetable seedlings were damaged pretty badly (even the one grown by one of my favorite students).  I'm afraid that a garden that started late may be even later now. 

 The poor compost bin lids were holy (ha!) this morning, full of holes! 

But don't worry, Dad, the whirligig made it through just fine.

Tonight we will be armed and dangerous, putting every tarp we own over every plant that may be in hail's (harm's) way.