I, apparently, was not in a picture taking mood Thursday. The only picture I took all day long was as we were exiting Hacienda Cuajimalpa from a wonderful, amazing Mexican dinner.....TLE can never pass up a ride on a coin operated horse.....but I get ahead of myself.....
.....being way out in the boondocks has its advantages. Since February 4th we have been living in either very remote areas, or in extremely rural areas. As a result we have spent little, or no time in densely populated cities, which has kept us from acquiring the Wuhan Flu (COVID-19 for the politically correct among us). When we finally began to realize we had more chance of being struck by lightning than getting the flu we stopped wearing our masks, with the lone exceptions of getting a haircut in Durango, or ordering our lunch in Telluride. We now have 6 people in nomadic tribe, and we are all in the age group that is at risk, but we continue to be asymptomatic.
The other advantage to this lifestyle is we are so far from large cities that ANTIFA has not felt compelled to come to our neighborhood.....not many TV cameras here to promote their antifascist fascist ways of destruction and mayhem. On a side note, it is a little hilarious that a group which claims to be antifascist uses fascist tactics to make their point......kind of Orwellian, no? Anyway, life goes on in rural America with barely a hiccup. It has become quite apparent to me over these past few months that living in urban America is coming with a higher, and higher cost. I continue to wonder if we will begin to see another great American migration....this time out of urban America to rural America. I thank God everyday that I have the ability to be mobile and live where I wish....often for free as we are doing right now.
Back to the here and now......Thursday was marked by blustery winds all day long....blustery enough to keep TLE and I inside reading most of the day. The Teton River is predicted to rise another foot in the next 36 hours so we are keeping an eye on that. Mr. Jello has added another wrinkle to our plans to reside here on The Big Eddie for 10 days with a weather forecast showing 80% chance of rain beginning Sunday for three consecutive days....there is no way we want to be here in a flood zone with three days of rain on the way, so we will be hauling the proverbial anchor Saturday morning and heading for higher ground....probably 80 miles north to Henry's Lake.
Around 6 pm our nomadic tribe of 6 headed into Driggs for dinner at the aforementioned Mexican restaurant. Glenn and Laureen will be leaving our tribe to begin a slow trek back to Austin, TX in about a week, so they wanted to treat us to dinner. They will be heading up to Henry's Lake a day ahead of the rest of us to stage for a few trips into Yellowstone NP. Like the El Michoacan restaurant in Ramona, CA, Hacienda Cuajimalpa is also named for a region in Mexico....it is one of the 16 boroughs of Mexico City. I ordered their Hacienda Plate which comes with cream filled, bacon wrapped jalapeño poppers, fried shrimp, and thinly sliced skirt steak.....amazing...just amazing. Everyone loved their dishes, and being able to 'dine in' was the cherry on top of the sundae for all of us. Thank you Glenn and Laureen for your generosity, and for picking the perfect restaurant! By the by....Yelp gives them 4 stars on 59 reviews.
We were home a little before 8:30 pm, and by 9 pm we had another fire going (the wind had finally abated), and we sat out until after 11 pm talking about cabbages and kings. Sitting around a campfire is one of my great pleasures in life. There is some unquantifiable element about sitting across a campfire from people you know and respect, no matter their age.....age just seems irrelevant around a fire....I don't know why. Everyone just feels like a peer. I find people to be at their utmost transparent selves around a fire.
Well, that's my 2¢, and I'm sticking to it.....thank you so much for taking the time to stop by today!