Well what can I say, my truck overheated on Georgetown

summit just before I got to Soda Springs, ID. While they were

repairing me at the Chevy dealer, I walked the lot and drooled over the new trucks. Sure enough I could no longer resist, I got the nice Chevy Colorado like this one except blue and it

pulls the horse trailer very well. So I am pulling a WY horse trailer which I bought in Colorado, with a Chevy Colorado purchased in ID and my credentials are Colorado and am headed to Alaska. The geyser is Soda Springs itself. Stopped over in Butte for two nights and visited Lanny's daughter Shirley. Am bloggin from Great Falls, MT, fuel and back on road. Be in Canada tonight.

Pocketbook slim, the menu drastically changes for upcoming sabatical at HITW

Dig out old family recipes.

We may need to get creative to feed the clans this year.

Ode to SPAM(tm)

author unknown

Oh SPAM(tm)!  Oh SPAM(tm)!  Gourmet delight!
My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.

What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.

On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM(tm) hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.

More than mere food, SPAM(tm) is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.

Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM(tm) when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.

Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM(tm) for gelatinous glaze.

That glistening pinkness beckons me
with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh SPAM(tm), my SPAM(tm) - the taste, the smell!
The sacred meat product, from Hormel.

Tonight, I am on edge of Bear Lake in Utah. Such a beautiful bluish

lake. Big also. Straddles the Utah and Idaho state line. Deep! And some

big fish have been taken from it.

Had to replace tires on horse trailer after a blow out blew one of my tires and blew my

confidence in the rest of them. That repair was done in Rock Springs shortly after I

visited Desert Wind. Spent last night in Evanston. Got my business done there this morning as well as a visit to Mother Mae's Main Street sandwich shop. Mother Mae is one our cousins on

Uncle David Riley's side of the family. Saw her and Vicky(another of Uncle David's daughters).

Then my planned stopover on Bear Lake at the KOA-wonderful campground by the way.

Today is the day I start down the road. My planned route is to go West from Cheyenne to

Evanston, WY. Then Northerly to Montpelier, ID up on US 30. Overnight there.

Tomorrow I hope to be in Butte, MT to spend some some time with Shirley.

Then from Butte to Spokane and into Yelm, WA for a "layover"

Then to Bellingham to check ferry prices then to laugh at those and cross into Canada

just Northeast of Bellingham. Then up Heart Highway to Charley Lake.

Then up Alaska Highway working my way to Anchor Point just in time for your

birthday. That all depends on the quality of the layover in Yelm. Do you suppose

Amber would fly South to drive up with me? Would you ask for me?

Cheyenne to Homer

The adventure will start soon. Time to prove once again the Harrington's can find

their way as far West as you can go with a vehicle without loading it on a boat.