We actually got up early and OUT of the RV in time for breakfast! The Golden Corral $6.99 breakfast buffet called our name and we answered. Jim says the next time it calls, we’re hanging up on it. That’s fine by me, it was his idea to go in the first place.
After 3-22 platefuls of slop, we went to the Hubbard Museum of the American West. The exhibits were interesting enough but I think we actually had fun here. Most of the museum was hands off, but some were very hands on.
Above: Oddly, he didn’t fall.
Above: Lots of stage coaches and wagons.
Above: Jim and Garret prepare to enter the mine shaft made of rubber rocks.
Above: Garret says “Yeehaw”
Above: Nap time for Jim!
Above: Garret is a professional. Don’t try this at home.
Above: Fine, try it and then help Garret out.
Above: Jim wants grub.
Above: Although it looks as though Jim is posing, he’s really airing out his armpit.
Above: Garret doesn’t need his chicks cooked; in the raw is fine.
Above: Garret makes dinner; Jim is attacking. Ungrateful I guess.
Above: Dot or feather?
Above: Garret tries pulling the wagon but again, Jim is ungrateful.
Above: Just because. It’s a child size casket. Creepy.
Next tourist trap, I mean spot was The Smokey Bear Historical Park and Museum. People, please try to contain yourselves. I’m gonna talk about it. Be patient. Well, not really. Read the website if you really must know. Learning about it once was enough for me.
Above: Keep going for the sophomoric photos.
Above: Smokey picks Jim’s nose.
Above: Smokey helps Garret out with a wedgy.
Above: Smokey’s grave site.
On the way home, we drove through the town of Lincoln. I’m surprised there’s a Wikipedia entry on Lincoln, but I must say, it is a very short entry.
Above: Deer. Most interesting is we’ve spent the day up in heavily wooded areas. It’s been a nice change from the desert.
Now the rest of me has started peeling. I’m as itchy as a crab infested whore working a fiberglass warehouse. Ugh!
Tomorrow we’re moving to Carlsbad, NM.