I am riding the storms out: storm, after storm. So far, the "big rock" that this shuttle craft landed on, is not washing away. But they may eventually need to change the designation from desert mountains, to desert islands. ;-)
Two handy tips, that I am so sure every cheeze peep will use: A 20+ year old mule makes a good step ladder substitute, providing that your polls are telegraph era salvage, and less than 10 ft above the ground; and jumper cables can transmit dial-up connections, so long as you do not mind intermittent internet. ___ Any report of me being eaten by a mt lion, is only wishful thinking on the part of anyone who is getting tired of corny Star Trek LOLs. The rain and snow keeps falling, and the desert "dry" washes - are NOT! ;-) So those line-polls continue to "migrate".
Want to know something really funny? :) The shade that we were eating our meals under at the weekend was meant to be big enough for lots of people staying at the rest camp to sit under but because of the bats everyone had the sit around the edges to avoid the little gifts from above *lol* XP
Paddling? Hell, no. They're both snoring at my feet, and Albert fell asleep with his rawhide chew-it in his mouth. Little Marlee the white fluff-ball got a haircut yesterday. I reckon a sheep-shearer did it. He's embarrassed! XXOO