From home to there...and back again... .
Ah ha, my devoted ones…I deeply apologize for not keeping you up to date on my recent activities, but I’ll set that straight right now. As you know, the Princess is more than fond of having me accompany her when the winds of travel call, and call they did this fall. It was with some great deal of planning, and serious review of large maps, that we set off on a cross-country adventure of all adventures! She has at her disposal a most beautiful old motorcar, manufactured in a place called England. (They still have Kings and Queens – imagine that!) Oh, I digress. Well, the automobile is rather small for the likes of three persons…I mention three, for she also invited the other guy to tag along as my biographer and chauffeur. I mean, someone had to drive now and then, for I have more interesting things to do with my hooves.
Don’t worry about my health. I was able to enjoy a bountiful breakfast before leaving and napped for an hour or so after to regain any lost strength.
Nice wheels, eh? I know the Princess loves to let me drive. And look at those Sedona colors!
We motored past and ever upward through a forested canyon with the town of Flagstaff as our lunchtime destination. I know we were all in need of a square meal. We had one. I had seconds.
As you might notice, I could have taken a two-hour nap in the middle of that road. I could see for miles to the east and back toward the west, and not a car in sight.
That’s a mile wide crater. I got to see an Apollo test capsule. See me? Ignore the other guy. That's me right there on the Apollo looking at you. I would have made a great astronaut. Perhaps they'll invite me to go on the next flight. Warthog in space! What a slogan to arouse public support of their programs. Write to your congressmen and insist that they put me in space.
And will you look at a piece of that meteor? It's gotta be ninety times bigger than me and weighs a ton! I tried to budge it but...no way! Yes indeed…a most awesome thing to behold. You know, I should have had the other guy take a picture of me standing beside it. To give it a little more eye appeal. I was off signing autographs when he snapped the picture. As usual, he didn't take the importance of my presence into consideration. That's what I have to endure. Oh well, I know you understand.
Yes indeed…a most awesome thing to behold.
How about the view through the crater museum wall? There’s a way to frame a big picture.
and one of me surveying the surrounding desert from the top of a large rock.
An elderly Indian we met, a chief I was told, gave me a Native American name, Warty ‘Many Winds’, a name everyone said was befitting my affinity with the forces of Mother Nature.
My word. Looks like route 66 was a once big deal. There weren’t many highways back when it was constructed, and none from Chicago all the way to the west coast. I was impressed.
I slept in a bed that some guy named Elvis slept in. Everyone was impressed about that. The motel operator told me they were going to change the sign to read, “Warty Slept Here!” Now get this…they wanted to sell me a gaudy chandelier that Elvis left (hoping to cover the cost of his bill). I thought not. Plus, we couldn’t carry it in the car.
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