Thursday, November 30, 2023

Thursday This, That and TBT


Happy Birthday, Mark Twain aka Samuel Clemens.  

Nov. 30, 1835


A few Twain thoughts to ponder . . . . 


Travel is fatal to prejudice. 


A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval. 


When in doubt, tell the truth. 


Suppose you were an idiot, and suppose you were a member of Congress, but then I repeat myself. 


Age is an issue of mind over matter.  If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. 


If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything. 


That's just the way it is with some people.  They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it. 


The radical invents the views. When he has worn them out, the conservative adopts them.


Civilization is a limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessaries.


The secret of getting ahead is getting started.




We took the dogs for a drive yesterday. 

And, then, they got to play. 

Bill hadn't been to Riley Creek Campground at Laclede for years, and it had probably been five or six years since my last visit. 

We were both amazed with the improvements and new features of the beautiful grounds alongside the Pend Oreille River. 

The dogs didn't really care what was new and different cuz the place was alive with ground, bushes and benches to be sniffing. 

We had the place to ourselves, so we eventually let Foster and Bridie run free.  

With wet cold penetrating clear to the bones, this stop offered us a nice time to get out, knowing that we could go back and warm up at the pickup any time we wanted. 

We were amazed at all the new high-end homes that have gone up across the river, and we could hear a hammer pounding away at even more new construction. 

The nice part of realizing how much our area has been developed is knowing that we can still visit beautiful places like Riley Creek, which are teeming with people in the summer time but pleasantly empty in the winter. 

I hope this phenomenon continues. 

Snow is predicted for tomorrow, so today Bill and I are planning to figure out how to store the equipment, with some of it going into an empty barn.

Nice to have the option, just as I noted to Bill yesterday that it's nice to come home from an afternoon trip without the urgency of getting right out there to do chores. 

I'm adjusting and rather liking and appreciating the change.  And, the nice part:  I'm just as active as always only without the body-killing burdens.

One month in, it was a good decision to board my horses this winter.  






It was enjoyable to walk around the Riley Creek campground because the ground was frozen and dry.

Dogs could stay clean, and we could even walk out on the bare shoreline to get a closer view of the swans and geese. 




Oh, the little darlings!

We love them so much. 




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