Nope, it’s not fair time right now. We just went there to take a walk through a bunch of Tiffen RVs. In case you don’t’ know, they are pretty classy rigs. Like over the top, classy. The best one cost $700,000.00. That isn’t a typo. Though it would be nice to have one, something like that just isn’t practical for folks like us. Seeing all those fancy rigs caused us to lean more in the direction of moving back to a trailer instead of upgrading the Bus. This is still a work in progress.

We didn’t take Max on this trip, but I doubt if anyone would have objected had he tagged along. For being such a good puppy, we took him to the off-leash dog park just a couple blocks away. When we got to the park, we saw this making its way across the sky …

When I first saw this, I thought it was just the contrail of a speeding aircraft. Diane said “no. It’s the comet!” I was easily convinced because the contrail didn’t linger like they usually do and seeing a comet is way cooler than seeing a high-flying aircraft. I mean, we’re living on an Air Force Base so high-flying aircraft are no big deal. According to the local info I could find this is the 80,000-year-old C/2023 Ag Tsuchinshan-ATLAS comet. That’s quite a name. I suspect it’s meaningful to astronomers but why couldn’t they just call it Henry, or Alvin? Something simple? It’s supposed to be visible until the 26th so I’ll be looking for it again the next couple of days.

Once the comet was over the horizon we concentrated on Max, trying to get him to run, or chase his ball. He needs the exercise. But since this was his first time in this facility, he was more obsessed with sniffing pretty much every place where a dog could have marked his spot. That means he had to sniff, for a long time, anything that was vertical to the ground. The one exception was a pretty large hole that a previous dog had enlarged.

He maintained this position for about 3 minutes, waiting for something to happen, or for something to crawl up his nose, I’m not sure which. Apparently, nothing happened so he extracted himself and calmly resumed sniffing his surroundings. It must be difficult to be able to smell such an amazing variety of stuff and catalog it for future reference. Wears me out just thinking about it.

He finally gave up his quest to smell everything within the boundaries of the park and decided that we should go home. First, however, there was a playground nearby that Diane had to visit. It had slides.

I just knew there was still a little girl in there somewhere.

Then we went back to the bus for the rest of the evening.

Now it’s time for bed.

Sweet dreams.