We left North Platte around 8:30 after a restful night. The Cager, who won last month's cribbage challenge, started this month off with another win. Not only that, when we got to Rawlins, we played game two, which she won that on the last hand with exclaming, "Oh, Crap!". It hurts enough to lose these very serious games, but it's like a thwack in the ear to have an opponent who doesn't even realize she's won. She may sleep in the truck tonight. Our drive today was harder than usual due to the forty plus winds that buffeted us all day. The big dogs (Semis) added to the challenge. As they whisk by, they create a vacuum effect that tries to pull Fric and Frac toward them. Fortunately, the Airstream's aerodynamics help quite a bit. Other than a bit of pull and tug, the trailer tracks exceptionally well. Nonetheless, I'm a bit tired. We're snuggled in here at Western Hills RV Campground, which sits atop a hill on the West side of Rawlings. Right now, the wind is still howling, rocking the trailer like a not so patient mother frustrated with fussy baby. The wind is supposed to calm down during the night. We'll see. Basically, we're once again grateful for traveling mercies, and ever so thankful that our life is good, especially today.
I think this is where the Republicans plan to bury Liz Cheney.
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