Arrival

We put down over 20 minutes early. Seems we had a brisk tail wind. Which is no surprise in a town known for the endless wind.

It's cool. And sunny. Unlike home.

I get to surprise Mom by coming up behind her- she was studying the arrivals.

She doesn't have to pay for parking- was only in the lot for 5 minutes.

We drive to the small, small town where she lives- according to 2000 census only 288 residents.

The town dog is lying in the middle of the street, per usual. He won't get up. He plays chicken with trucks on a daily basis and is a master of the game.

We wave at the town drunk, and continue on.

The ranch awaits. Where the deer and the antelope play in the field next to the house. And the neighbors gaze longingly at them- just wanting the chance to shoot to kill. But they are denied. It's considered quirky and not very nice to not allow hunting. But my parents don't care. They deny away.

Soon we will patrol the outer perimeter- we do this every evening I am there. Looking for weed growth, fence holes, and any other disorder. They have made what looks like paradise in the middle of no where. Paradise where I would go quickly insane.