Move on? Or ride it out?

I saw some fun lights in the sky last night. Some call them "stars." Seriously, they were out of the ordinary, so maybe I'll drive in that direction today to say either "Aha!" or "hmmm."

I'm expecting a youthful invasion here soon, so I'm going to pack up and move on while the moving is easy. It's very comfortable here for me, so I'm leaving under protest; it sounds like "I don't wanna go."

Some boondockers would find the occasional screaming F16 to be a problem, but I don't. It's sort of exciting. And, it's not constant.

I've shown you pics of where I am now, so instead, I'm going to show you stuff from Jerome a few days ago.

This mine shaft sinks 1900 feet into the ground. That's about the total height of the CN Tower in Toronto. Find it at the Audrey Headframe Park. Admission is free, although you're free to drop a couple of dollars in the slot for goodwill, if you're so motivated.

I dropped the big bucks (five) and went to the state park museum. You know, museum, but it was very nice, and I completed a questionnaire before I left and got a free night's camping at an Arizona state park, so SCORE.

This picture is for my dad, who told a few jokes many times. Here's one:

A man sits down at the bar, and a fellow says "I'll bet you $20 there are three doors in this bar." 

The man looks around, counts, and says "I'll take that bet." 

The second fellow says, "There's the front door, the back door, and the cuspidor. Twenty bucks, please." 

The first guy decides to win his money back, and scoots down the bar. He says to his mark, "I'll bet you $20 there are three doors in this bar." Fella says "I'll take that bet." 

First guy says, "There's the front door, the back door, and the ... aw, that's $40 that damn spittoon cost me today!"

To save time, Dad would have called that one #27. Which reminds me of another joke ...

When in Jerome, Arizona...

...do as the Jeromans do.

Jerome takes shabby-chic uptown. 

This is The House of Joy. Joy wasn't in, but her sister, Chronic Low-Grade Depression, was.

A man walked in, asked for the owner, and complimented her bottle garden (shown ^ above). He told her he had been here several times, and wanted her permission to photograph the display. PERMISSION DENIED, good sir! I've indicated where you could see the bottle garden, should you look toward it.

What? You can't photograph the bottles? I didn't even want to until I heard that. If Kate Middleton were in the bottle garden, anyone could photograph her. That's how public the display.

Maybe he wanted to walk down into it? The gall.

I just hope he learned his lesson about civility and courtesy.

You'll enjoy an afternoon in Jerome, or maybe longer if you find it irresistible. It was extremely busy on a Saturday. Lots of art and pretty things to look at, hold, break, and pay for.
There are a few restaurants with vegan options. We settled on Quince (15), with their veggie wrap. Bonus points for having a rainbow equality sticker in their window.
Leave the big rig down below and drive your toad. Small rigs should be okay. 


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