What day is it?

That's the question that I often ask. The reality is, last night we were enjoying a night cap with Deb and Charlie, in the "lodge" (our friends beautiful home that we refer to the lodge since we are camping out in their back yard) when I asked the question again. What day is it? Then after further conversation I said "I know, its the 3rd of December". Well, I was off by two days. That's the terrible dilemma that I am faced with every day. Please send condolences to my email address: eliaselton@msn.com

(The view from inside Road Hazard!)

On our way back to the "rig" last night, from the lodge, I almost bit it. After all the rain/snow the ground is very wet and soggy. Reta said, after much laughter, that I looked like I had ice skates on and was performing on ice. My arms and legs were going in every direction to help maintain my balance. Luckily, because of my true athleticism, (stop rolling your eyes) I was able to perform a beautiful triple axle salchow and land on my feet. Now my clothes on the other hand, got a little dirty.



When we tried to leave this past Monday for a road trip, the Road Hazard got stuck in the mud. After a few maneuvers we got out but we don't want it to happen again. We checked our schedule and realized that we have no schedule and are not in a hurry to get out. So, we are going to stay another night and leave early Friday morning.


Hey, what day is it?