A week ago Irene and I were out in the middle of the desert exploring an abandoned ranch. We were, as far as we could see, the only people on the planet. Then way off in the distance I saw an old pick-up coming toward us. We watched until this grizzled grubby guy pulled up, peered from his window and asked if we knew where a local town was. I started explaining how he could cross the mountain, 13 miles on a dirt road, etc. etc. He just sat behind thin slitted eyes, silently sizing us up, until he put the truck in gear and headed up the dirt road.Later, my desert son said, "Mom you have to get a gun. It's not safe out there anymore." Someone else suggested we carry potent pepper spray.
I wondered...what happened to the old days when I used to just say, "Howdy"?
5 comments:
Either a gun or you could always bring Annie Bones along to guard you!
Sounds good, Tai, but impractical. We'll probably just stick with our 16 pound cockapoo and if that doesn't work, I'll go back to "Howdy".
Impractical? I'll bring two guns, a knife, and a stick of dynamite then.
"Who needs a gun when yo've got a son?" Sounds like a campaing slogan.
Sorry, I meant Veggie-mite.
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