My wife and I both had a wonderful time at Ben’s and since Billy-Bob wasn’t there, I got to use his RV Park. Hope Billy Bob doesn’t send me a bill. Here is a picture of where we parked:
Yesterday morning Windy Bob came back over and here is a picture taken by my wife of Ben, Windy, and me. A lot of age, no, I mean a lot of experience among us three, no I mean a lot of experiences. Ok, we were all full of a lot of old stories. What fun it was:
And as you can see from the next picture, not only Windy and Ben were having fun, but my wife also:
It would take a year of blogs to write down everything that we talked about, that is, if I could remember everything. I’ll bet that it would be fun to watch the three of us sitting around the table trying to think of a word or a name so that we could finish our story. My trouble is when I remembered the word, I forgot what I was going to say.
I insisted that Windy Bob read some poetry and sing some of his cowboy songs. He said he would do the poetry but he didn’t bring his guitar. Told him that was no excuse, and went out and brought in mine. Now, he had to sing, and as I expected, he is great. He has an unique velvety voice which sounds so soothing when he does poetry or sings. He is a talented guy, for sure.
Oh yes, I even got a picture of Ben’s guard rock. It is one of the neatest rocks that I have ever seen. What do you think: