"Aye Calypso the places you've been to, the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit, the [van which has] served [them] so long and so well"
What can I say? This trip seems to have a John Denver CD as its soundtrack.
Our intrepid explorers are on the move again, using every leg of the journey as a springboard to nature, history, literature, geology, geography, and any other avenue of interest this great nation of ours may have to offer. They spotted a golden eagle wheeling circles in the Colorado sky and breezed past herds of bison and llamas, discovering more unusual wildlife by the side of the road in one morning than I would expect in a day at the zoo. Always fond of homeschoogling, the gang requested that I check the internet for information on a sign, "Site of the Ludlow Massacre." We were all appalled to learn about this terrible event, especially because it occurred in our own century.
I cannot begin to update you on the mountains they have sighted. She mentioned Pikes Peak, the Spanish Peaks, and the inspiringly named Sangre de Cristo Mountains. By the time we ended our conversation, she was a mere 15 miles from New Mexico and would be entering the Land of Enchantment for the first time since she was born there not so very long ago.
And speaking of Lissa's birth, would someone please beg her to post a comparison photo of herself as a baby and little Rilla? Mother and daughter are identical, and I do mean identical.
Is it any wonder Rilla is so cute?
Calypso is a perfect name. Now she just needs a bottle of bubbly to break on the hood ornament! :)
Posted by: Rebecca B. | October 16, 2006 at 01:09 PM