The hay isn’t down ANYWHERE around us, nor are there hay bales setting in the field waiting to be picked up, so this rain is wonderful!
The sky is fresh, the leaves have been washed, and the ground isn’t as thirsty as before.
Not far from us is the Rubidoux Canyon, along the dirt and gravel road we pass this forlorn little homestead cabin.
I always wonder who came, took the time to build, and then found out that the water in the Rubidoux River dries up in August or September. Thereby forcing the family to move on, looking for something more productive, but leaving behind this reminder of their lives.
Off on a short vacation—to Craig, Colorado to Ike’s Salvage Yard for a bumper for the 1963 Grand Prix Pontiac. Just one of the projects Terry has been saving ‘for when he retires’.
After a thirty minute walk, looking over the whole 40 acres of old cars, the perfect bumper was found!
Getting it off the wrecked car, hauled up to the office, paid for and put into the truck only took about 90 minutes.