Somebody said it was a happy song, which cheers me up.
So, I looked in YouTube and found the above video of B.J. Thomas' classic from 1970. Anybody remember the movie with Paul Newman and Robert Redford, leaders of the Hole in the Wall Gang?
A few years ago, I wrote a story about Sisters on the Fly, who love their fly fishing and pulling their personally decorated classic travel trailers across the country.
Many also like to go on trail rides, and one of their favorite rides was on the Willow Creek Ranch in Wyoming. Part of the ranch includes the area where Butch Cassidy, the Sundance Kid and their rustling compatriots hid in between exploits.
Pretty place to hide or ride, if you ask me. The photo, which was sent to me for the story, was taken by Suzanne Cummings, one of the Sisters.
One day of steady rain is enough, I told Bill, as if my thoughts were going to have any impact on Mother Nature.
Watching the video and listening to the lyrics pepped me up, and thinking about the Sisters and that pretty place where they were enjoying their horses
helped me dream of a dry day when I can saddle up my Lily and enjoy a ride of my own down our own dirt road.
I don't know if I'll happen on to any rustlers hiding, but I'm sure my mood will be light and I'll enjoying my usual awe of how beautiful this country can be-------when the sun is shining, that is.
This morning's rainy walk did have a nice highlight. A deer bolted from one driveway to another as I walked west on Selle Road. I was about 50 feet away.
Then, it stood in the woods next to the driveway and watched me walk by.
Haven't quite decided how this rainy day will unfold, but I do know we have relatives in town, and Willie and Debbie have returned from their week in Boise.
Bill and Willie were planning a fishing trip today. Of course, a little rain seldom stops my husband from loading up his gear and taking off for the water, so it won't surprise me if they follow through on the plan. After all, Willie has to try out his new rod and reel.
Yesterday's rainy day involved looking through dozens of Jim Parsons, Jr. photos and black and white negatives of the glory days before and when Schweitzer first opened almost 50 years ago.
Then, I went to the museum and found a few more nice shots, taken by Cap Davis. It was fun spending some time there after the past few years of being away.
Olivia, the new curator, and her dedicated volunteers have done a beautiful job of clean-up and reorganization of several museum rooms. I told Olivia that some day I might once again get to spend more time there.
It's a fun place to delve into the past, and that's always been one of my favorite ways to spend my time.
We also had a nice meal at Ivanos where we did some reminiscing with our server Ursula, whom we first met back in her Jalapeno's days. Conversation included pinpointing whether that was when Chet started his restaurant at the old Bootery, Anthonys or over where DiLuna's is now.
We finally agreed on both Anthony's and the Bootery. Then, the restaurant moved to the building once occupied by Bill Gill's Honda before relocating in its present location at the old Elks Lodge.
It was a nice evening of great Italian food and good visiting and another Friday night brief concert and pass-the-hat with Jon Brownell's men's choir. I think, over the past several months, we've donated a good percentage of the needed funds for their upcoming trip to San Diego.
A former student came over to our table and told me his Bazooka story. Seems he'd pick up Bazooka bubblegum at the Pack River General Store, take the wrappers up to Schweitzer and get a good discount on his ski ticket.
Who sez this community doesn't operate on interdependence?
Anyway, the birds are singing vociferously outside my open window. Raindrops have taken a short break, and I'm in a better mood.
Happy Saturday.
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