Thank you Elmer Fudd.
After my gig at repairing 4X4 doohickeys in the Maze, I needed a break.
So I turned thumped up and filthy Barley the Van east to Grand Junction, home of my long time friends Jack and Judy Miller.
Barley was wounded too. I had to replace a cracked battery that couldn't handle the road abuse. There's nothing like sniffing sulfuric acid fumes for a good night's sleep. No wonder I had a scratchy throat and itchy eyes.
Barley was wounded too. I had to replace a cracked battery that couldn't handle the road abuse. There's nothing like sniffing sulfuric acid fumes for a good night's sleep. No wonder I had a scratchy throat and itchy eyes.
Manana, we're heading back behind the Zion Curtain. My beer and coffee supply are holding up well. Jenny will be joining me for her first close encounter of Utah. We hope the weather cooperates. One can only spend so much time at the Moab Brewery.
Last photo: "Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. We're hunting wabbits!"
Elmer Fudd is the Yogi Berra of cartoon characters.
Cheers from River City,
Jeff
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