Jean posted her pictures from our last day hike on Picasa so I could see them. She said that it was okay with her if I posted them, so the link to them is here.
We’ve not had nearly as much snow this year as we did last (last year would be kind of hard to beat). By the time we went to bed last night, we had about an inch of snow on the ground at our house. This morning, when we woke up, it was snowing again. It was enough to close schools, but not so much that I couldn’t get out and take care of my commitments.
I took this at about 9:45 this morning. By about 11:30, the roads were clear and most of the snow in the fields were gone. At my house, we have a good bit left, but our yard is mostly shade. Places that get sun are clear.
On the way to Las Vegas, we passed over this bridge (obviously), but it was dark, so my pictures were kind of weird, so I made a point of telling Mom that I wanted a picture of the bridge on my way home. The weather was lousy for taking pictures (it was misting), but we stopped at the rest stop just across the line in Tennessee and took some pictures.
Mom also found and took a picture of this monorail. It carries people to the island in the middle of the river for events and stuff. The bridge over it is for pedestrians, so you’re not stuck with only the monorail, if you don’t like that sort of thing.
We finally made it back home (at least for me) at about 1:30 on Monday night. Though I enjoyed my trip out to Las Vegas, it’s just not home, especially since Tony didn’t come with me. Maybe next time!
The return trip went much more quickly. Mom and I left Nevada on Saturday after our hike. We managed to make it to Gallup, NM before we stopped for the night. It was too dark to take pictures for most of the drive, so I didn’t get anything the first night.
We passed by this feedlot on our way through Texas (near Wildorado, or so my phone claims). Though there are a lot of cows in this picture, there were several groups of them. I couldn’t even begin to guess how many there were. I’m not sure I’ve seen so many cows in one place at one time before.
Sunday, we made it to Russellville, Arkansas. The funny thing was, we checked into the same hotel we stayed at on the way out. Not only that, but it was the same man who checked us in. The similarities ended there, however. We weren’t even on the same floor or wing as last time.