Durango~

A Get-away IN SUNNY DURANGO

Pretty.  Crisp mornings.  Lovely, warm days.  Blue-blue Colorado skies.  Dave teaching at C-DOT.  Me?   Doing whatever I want.  Good times.

Here is how we got in to Durango on Sunday:

Me an’ Earl was haulin’ chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we’d spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide
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We was settin’ there suckin’ toothpicks, drinkin’ Nehis and onion soup mix, and I said, “Earl, let’s mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let’s give ’em a ride.”
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[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
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Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple’a boobs with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens.
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Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin’ pine cones, rocks, and boulders, and put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a’ burnt-out roosters on the line. Look out below; ’cause here we go!
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Well, we commenced to truckin’ and them hens commenced to cluckin’ and then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says “My, ain’t this purdy up here.”
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I says, “Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us.
Just make one mistake and it’s the Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a’ USDA-approved cluckers. You wanna hit second?”
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[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side
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Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear and then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, “You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?”
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He was tryin’ to thread it on there when the fire fell off a’ his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl’s pants and burned a hole in his sock. Yeah, sorta set him right on fire…
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AND ETC…

Yep.  That is how we arrived in Durango.  By truckin’ on down the other side.

My, it’s purdy up here.

Also saw my DREAM HOUSE on the way!

 

Seriously LOVE this building.  LOVE it.  Want it.  I need this building.  An old grain mill, I assume?  See the top (fourth) level?  That is where the grandbebe-bunkhouse will be.  The master-suit will be on the 3rd level.  {sigh}…Think if I bought it it would survive being moved or shall I just plan to move there?

 

It comes with a pick-up truck, too.  What more could I ask?

I think a new roof, maybe close it in a little and some landscaping, and voila! (?)  I’ll save you a guest room!

PARTIAL Lyrics from CW McCall’s Wolf Creek Pass…it is way longer!

7 thoughts on “Durango~

  1. My Goodness Sweetheart.! ! ! What an awesome post~~~for Spring! I loved reading the words to the song you sang while riding over the mountains in your “truck”…..”car.” I was really enjoying it~~~but then it was over! I love your new house, too.

  2. I’m in with ya! Of course. I love this one also, a setting for one of my books. Which I had in mind before we saw it but this helps my imagination, not that it needs tweaking but anyway…

    And I would live in it, even with the wall missing…

    From Seinfeld: Kramer:(in regard to him and Newman reversing the peepholes on their doors) Our policy is, we’re comfortable with our bodies. You know, if someone wants to help themselves to an eyefull, well, we say, ‘Enjoy the show…’

    And brother-in-law, Joe (Jeanie’s brother) can appreciate this… (and you would have to hear it when he and I get together on one of our C.W. McCall kicks)
    Okay, Joe, read this as we would say it :)

    …Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear and then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, “You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?”..

  3. I don’t think it is movable but you’ll need the space for all those chickens that might fall off that truck!

  4. This is SO you, mom!!! You’ve always dreamt of living in a barn that you could go in and renovate. I always pray that that’s truly in your future at some point. It’d be the house you’d live in for the rest of your life and probably would want to be buried in the backyard somewhere:) A little creepy..hehe

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