Catch-up VS Ketchup 2

OH-BOY, it has been a busy week! We began with a drive to Mesa to spend a couple days with my baby sis, Diane. Di and I had a wonderful time gabbing and gabbing. And she whipped me in cribbage game after game. I'd be just a few points out, and she'd pass me like the wind.

Norman found a Harbor Freight store a couple blocks away and got his fill wandering through it. Usually I'm sitting in the car reading a book, so he's not in the store long before the 'guilts' start gitting him...lol...Got a good deal. He bought a gift for the grandkids, the salesman told him to go online for a coupon and bring it in for a little refund. Norman didn't find the coupon, but online our little gift was way less than half-price. He printed the page and the salesman sold Norman four sets of the little gift at the online price. Woo-hoo...love those kind of savings.

We took Di out on a geocaching walk near her home that lasted 'way too long'. But we did find eleven! Here's a pic of Norman giving Di a 'high five' with her very first find. And, yes, one of the caches was attached to the bottom of this garbage can...stinky...

I did say the walk was 'way too long'...But we treated ourselves to a really good lunch topped off with nummy ice cream sundaes before walking home. And then we all had naps...

Early the morning after getting home, Bob (Eugene friend) called and away we went out in the desert just across the Colorado River in California. The area pictured on the right is called the 'Talking Rocks' and is on the Quechan Indian Reservation. People carted in these rocks to form a grafitti of sorts in all directions for about a square mile. Some of them actually are graves, but most are just love notes of some sort or another.


We came upon another of the hundreds of mines in the desert. The hill here is peppered with big holes the guys like to drop rocks in. I know, I know...it's to see (hear) how deep they are. Sometimes we don't hear them hit bottom.

And we play on the equipment...

We don't do a whole lot of figuring out where we're going and depend a lot on our GPS and watches to get us back to our starting point. So were surprised and happy to come upon the old gold mining town of Tumco on the other side of the mountains. The old miners took out about $1000 a day in gold at it's peak. A whole bunch of money back them. This last pic is Bob and I fooling around in the cemetery for Norman...hee-hee

And interspersed in our days this week were...more long walks...finding the owner of a lost dog...garage sales & hauling back a computer desk for a neighbor...happy hours...setting up Bob and Jan at Boo n Ethel's place for about a week...happy hours...oh, I said that...hmmm, and I'm up at 5am to do this blog.

Happy Valentine's Day! Much love to all the lovers...