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That's Pike's Peak on the left. Most pictures of Pike's Peak you see are taken from Colorado Springs showing the East side of the peak, I took this picture from the town I used to live in, which shows the north side of Pike's Peak.
It appears the day of my big decision is finally here. So after much consideration, deliberation, consultation, speculation, confabulation, and yes, even meditation, I have decided to live in the little Bronco this winter.... Or at least as long as I can stand it.
This decision wasn't easy because, just like the difficulty of moving from my three-story house into the Arctic Fox, this will be like moving from the Arctic Fox into a phone booth. [for those of you less than 50 years old, a phone booth is a tall skinny box on the street corner you stand in that had a phone attached to the wall so you could make a phone call .... If you had a quarter].
There are so many things I need to do I don't even know where to start, which is why I might not start till the last minute. But I will do some easy things, especially things that will make my life more simple. And the first simple thing I can do is to stop calling the little Bronco the little Bronco.
There's no need for the little Bronco to have two names; putting little in front of Bronco is just more for me to write, and that's not simple. Also, my dictation software doesn't want to automatically capitalize Bronco, so I have to stop dictating and capitalize the word bronco every time I write it. I've tried to train my dictation software to capitalize it, but so far, it refuses. And since using the word bronco is going to be a lot more common now, the simplest thing to do is to leave it uncapitalized. So from now on, the little Bronco will officially be known as "the bronco"..... my life feels simpler already.
I'm going to make a list of things I need to take out of the Arctic Fox and put into the bronco as soon as I get around to it; I don't know if that will help me put everything into the bronco before I leave because it seems like it's just as easy to forget to put something on the list as it is to put something into the bronco. And I usually discover that I forgot to put something important on the list about the same time I find out I forgot to put something important into the bronco.
So that's the big news, and now that I've made that decision, I have a goal and can start getting things ready. I was really having trouble making the final decision about what to do. What pushed me towards taking the bronco is knowing that I don't "actually" have to stay in the bronco all winter. If living in the bronco gets too miserable for whatever reason, I can always return to Denver after a couple of months living in the bronco and then spend Christmas with the grandkids before picking up the Arctic Fox and heading back south.
I know that sounds like a cowardly cop-out... And it is. But even if I can live in the bronco for a few months, I believe I will learn enough about full-timing in something this small to be able to decide whether or not I can deal with something similar on a permanent basis.
But keep in mind this decision, just like all of my decisions, is written in pudding, so it doesn't take much to change it. But the deeper I get into changing the bronco into something resembling a full-time RV, the less chance I will change my mind.... but don't count on that either.
A Raven, perched on the top of a rather tall tree, a couple hundred feet from me. He was raising quite a ruckus, probably warning everyone I was around.
Neighborhood Ravens like this one depend on the neighbors trash cans as a food source, and judging by the way I look, they probably consider me competition for the food.
I took this picture out at my property of a bird I've always called a Shrike, but I looked on the Internet at the 33 different kinds of Shrikes and everyone has a black or brown bar over their eyes, similar to this Internet picture below. And I couldn't find a single picture of a shrike with a gray-head and a white-face like this one.
All of this birds characteristics point to a shrike, which is also called a thorn bird, or a butcher bird. It's call, it's coloration, everything except the black bar over the eyes. So it has me confused.
This is a picture I got off the Internet of a real shrike. The bars over the eyes is a major characteristic of a shrike.