May 20, 2016 marks the beginning of a new chapter –
This was the road out of town on that Friday afternoon.
I’m still not sure what my next adventure looks like, but sometimes, you just have to make the leap and hope to land on your feet… um, right?
As scary as it is, I know that it is time to move on.
“To see the change, you have to be the change.”
(Or… something like that)
After all, life is a Vagarious Voyage…
This past Sunday, I opened the door and let the dog out into warm (for this time of year), mild weather.
I went back in the house to get walking shoes, a jacket and the leash.
I opened the door to a wall of hail-like snow blowing up the hill, with wild, windy integrity.
Needless to say, I told the dog we had to wait.
He was not pleased.
I told him, if it was still storming in 10 minutes, I would get my hat and we would go out anyway.
Within 10 minutes, the storm was gone and the clouds were blowing out – headed in a south-easterly direction.
Later that night, the local news station (a starter station) had a TERRIBLE newscast.
They interviewed a bunch of locals at the gas station about a word no one had ever heard.
There were whole minutes of people staring blankly at the camera waiting for some sort of cue.
But, ultimately, since I was waiting for the PowerBall numbers, I did learn something.
This crazy snow-hail is called graupel.
noun grau·pel \ˈgrau̇-pəl\
Definition of graupel
: granular snow pellets —called also soft hail
Also, this morning, there were liquid rain drops on my windshield.
When the windshield wipers spread them out over the glass, the water froze –
into a thin sheet of candy ice.
Ahhh…. and some days, I just get to talking about the weather!
Racing away from open pits
Under Wyoming skies.
Carrying Black Coal, Pay Dirt, Energy… Racing,