12-30-09 Christmas

I took a ride down south on Hwy 77 and stopped at this little BLM (The enemy) rest area and campground. I remember when my wife Susan and I were down in this area, after we sold my farm in Nevada, and spent a year looking for a new one, we were in this area. It was just before Christmas and Susan had a pile of Christmas cards and she wanted to send them form the post office in Christmas. We found the town on the map, but couldn’t find the darn town. We were stopped alongside the road with the map out on the hood trying to figure out where the darn town was. A highway patrol man happened to drive by and stopped and came back and asked if we needed help. This was back when the highway patrol men were nice to tourists and snowbirds. We told him we were trying to find the town of Christmas to send out our cards. He laughed and told us that Christmas was a town that died maybe fifty years ago and there was nothing there now but an abandoned mine. This rest area I guess is in that area so they stole the name for it. The highway department did some major road work in the area and I guess the BLM got involved too as they now have some of the area that used to be available to camp in closed off. The enemy likes to ‘manage’ which means usually….. stay out…keep off….go away…. I have a very low opinion of the BLM as you can see.

Down near Hayden the mining company there had this Christmas display.

There was a Christmas supper in the little church across the street from the Windspirit commune.

Yummy

This is Benjamin. He still doesn’t trust me. He went around to everyone and offered these lights, but NOT me….

Kimmy got out her Violin. She is a professional musician and plays in two different bands that often go overseas to perform.

I took a ride down to Winkleman to get some milk at the convenience store the day after Christmas. I met a couple of Harley guys sitting outside drinking coffee. I was asked to go out and see the new paint job on this guys Harley. It turns out that he just came back to Jesus after seeing a couple of deadly Harley accidents. I guess somehow he thinks that it will keep him from ending up like they did. He doesn’t wear a helmet. so I think that might be a little iffy.

This is supposed to be Michael the arch angle he said. 

This shows that he has wings of an angle.

He said he stands at the gate to Heaven with this sword. I didn’t know there was a guy there with a sword; I thought it was a nice old man with a book that signed you in.

The guy he was riding with is a Baptist preacher. From the looks of his bike all dressed up with do-dads he must be from Okalahoma or something.  He is a ‘Black Sheep’ member that I had never heard of before. I guess it is a Christian group. It always interests me that some of these Christian guys dress like really bad guys with black leather, chains and ‘colors’, with no helmets.  I wonder if Jesus would have worn black leather, chains and no helmet?

I had just made a couple of angle wings earrings that morning, so I told this guy that I would give him a pair of them to go with his motorcycle. He said he was raised a Catholic but sort of slipped away from that church but now he felt he needed to get back in a church. I asked him if he had been dipped yet, and he said not yet, but he was thinking about it. He sure was proud of that paint job and said it took three months for the painter to get it done. Neither of these bikes are able to go on any dirt roads. The Reverend said his paint was $150 a pint.

I met this bow hunter the other day on one of my walks. It turns out that he met Mark Weeding last year. He came down to my camp and offered me some of his Elk sausage. He left to go back to work and when he came back I invited him up for elk sausage pizza. It turned out pretty good and Travis and I polished two of them off with no problems.

Real camp food….

There are some amazing sunsets.