Nevada

Well, since heading to America we've completely passed grape week and are well into Kumquat week. In no time at all little racecardriver #2 will be the size of a fig. Mmmmm. All pretty tasty sizes to be, really.

Here's one last Montana shot:



And then it was off to Vegas, for a reunion with my long lost friend Julie from PT school. She's currently super-mom. Here she is pushing the stroller, walking, and nursing Brady simultaneously. I had to study her moves to get myself ready for December.




Here's Julie and little Brady and little Peyton.




Doesn't Peyton look kind of like Senor? I don't think Boppa took any Vegas trips three years ago. Maybe it's their shared Shoshone bloodline. The blonde hair and blue eyes kind of mess up that theory though. Hmmm...

The 90's of Vegas were a bit blisteringly hot for my Aleutian conditioned blood, so it was a minor relief to get back up to Reno and the mid 70's. Aunt Ardie showed us the Reno sights, like the park and the train museum, which Paxson Revel loved. It was her first time meeting Senor. And of course, she graciously welcomed the Williams folks who descended upon her dwelling for a mini-family reunion. Thanks Aunt Ardie!



Here's a shot of Pax Rev getting a horsey ride with his cousins. Technically second cousins, as they are Dawson's first cousins.


Senor loved Reno until his last day, when he did a classic face first P.Rev dive bomb out of the camper, which happened shortly after he recovered from a dive bomb into a large cactus field. The offending cactus is in the background of this picture. In the foreground is the buggy Uncle Dale used to ride into town (Reno) when he was a kid, back when it was still pretty much the wild wild west.



Here's the great grand-parents:




Mister practicing for his future career in extreme sports.

Climbing? Kayaking? Ogling?



Checking out the Reno riverfront and kayak riverfest.





And the auto museum. Racecardriver did not actually love his trip through the auto museum, so it was a 13 minute trip. It probably deserved a more thorough viewing, but we did get to see a nice Back to the Future mobile and a Baja 1000 beauty (in honor of my Meyer's roots).



Other fun included Virginia City ghost town action.



Hey!


What's this warm weather business, get me back to the North! I'm ready to ride!



After two weeks of telling everybody how bad and extreme the weather is in our neighborhood, we came home to this:



And even more exceptional - since we've been home, we've seen three sunrises. That's more sunrises than we've seen total in the year+ we've lived here. (Clouds, not sleeping, have obscured the sunrise in case you were thinking it was an inability to get out of bed that was causing us to miss the sunrises.)





Back on the island, we did our civic duty and picked up trash along the road during clean up week. Senor was especially helpful and good at it. A little slow, but an excellent helper! Thank you Revel-Roo!



And in other news, as we write Regan has begun his mega-adventure. He's flying his replica open cockpit Tiger Moth biplane from Dallas to Alaska. He's currently in Oklahoma. Regs bought a little GPS contraption that he periodically clicks and it sends out an email, letting us know his exact coordinates. For example, today he was here, here, here, here, and here. In case you bothered to click on all the links, you might have noticed that he didn't cover much ground. I didn't say it was a fast plane! 60-70 mph is pretty much the max.

He'll be camping under the wing at night, landing on grass strips all the way to South Dakota. True barnstormer style! From the badlands, he'll be taking a more comfortable approach, as he'll have a support vehicle the rest of the way. We can't wait to see the pictures! Happy flying, Regan! Good luck!