We are heading to Little Sahara dunes for the Labor Day
week-end. We've got to try out our new Honda TRX 450.
It's a little hotter than our Honda Ranchers. You have to
shift it with a clutch. I haven't even tried it out yet. My son
or my husband will be driving it. I'll stick with my Rancher
and my new paddle tires. We're going to stay in a house we've
rented. I hope the house is clean and spider free! The last house
we stayed at had fiddlebacks. One house we reserved was so bad
we had to decline and stay at the fiddleback house. The house
we didn't stay at was a nightmare on Park Avenue. The banker's
daughter's house from 1904. It was the most run down house
I have ever seen. The wind was blowing in from every window
and it was 104 degrees outside with one window unit (swamp cooler).
It had an upstairs that you could not go in to but you could see the wind
blowing the curtains above the living room ceiling. It was very creepy.
It had a locked door to the stairs and a window that someone had broken
beside the stairs. The broken place was covered with a tapestry and
the breeze was blowing it too. I wondered if there was some homeless
person up there. We didn't stay around long enough to find out.
