July 7th 2012
A leisurely breakfast was the order of the day after the exhausting travels of the previous night, before once again piling into the Impala. We still hadn’t named the car, Anabelle wanted “Batmobile” based on the color. However, since it got the shakes when braking downhill, and had problems finding its top gear on the highway, I felt it wasn’t worthy of that title.
Both these issues were explained away when we called the rental agent by, “Chevy’s do that.” Good to know next time we go car shopping.
Along with Rosa snapping pictures with the Super Deluxe Magic Camera and me using the Smartphone, Anabelle decided to make sketches of things we saw as well, adding an artistic air to the day’s adventure.
After getting tired of the olfactory experience, but more importantly of answering my telling her to “smell the nature,” with “I did, it’s gross,” Anabelle was quite ready to leave. We climbed back into the still unnamed Impala, allowed the multiple GPS and directions to argue with each other about which of the three possible routes were correct, and made our way up Lookout Mountain to the Buffalo Bill Museum and Grave.
The museum itself was very cool. Originally founded by William Cody’s kinda sorta adopted son; it was filled with information and items that presented a detailed history of Buffalo Bill. A short film was narrated by the guy who charged us admission, a renowned expert on Mr. Cody’s exploits and author of several books. This was an unusual occurrence for us, as the ticket takers and curators of the New York museums we visit are not normally the same people.
Full and happy, we spent a large chunk of time in the multi room, highly stocked gift shop. We managed to find souvenirs for almost everyone, as well as some cool stuff for ourselves. Anabelle looked at a couple things she liked, but wanted to buy a toy old west style revolver for herself. We talked a little and she ended up buying the other stuff and let her daddy buy her first toy gun…sorry, I’m getting a little misty, I need a break.
If I am correctly remembering the date of the Disney trip I first saw it on, I found a bighorn sheep belt buckle I had been looking over twenty years for. As its Anabelle’s favorite animal, we were both delighted. I questioned the woman who sold it to me about the four visible states. She confirmed Kansas and Nebraska, and also Wyoming which they count even though technically it is too far to really be seen. I asked what the fourth state was, and after staring at me long enough to determine that - yes I was exactly that stupid- she said:
To stock up on the mass of fruits and vegetables all of our dieting styles require, we shopped at a Sunflower Market. The bill came out overly high, and upon checking we discovered that the celery was charged as a cord of firewood. As celery is one of the few vegetables I still find inedible, I can understand that mistake.
Upon loading the car in the downpour, I learned that I had yet again left my clubs in the car all day without posing for impressive view juggling pictures.
On the way home, we paused for a, and I quote, “quick run into Wal-Mart.” When Anabelle and I had been in the Impala for a half hour we decided:
A) To go into the store after them.
B) To not let the sisters go shopping alone again with us sitting in the car.
An excellent home cooked fish dinner followed by watching Captain America finished off the night for Anabelle. Once she was asleep Rosa and I performed our nightly photo downloading ritual. In addition, we finally hammered out the schedule for the rest of the trip. The often recommended drive up Mount Evans was not added to the list after Rosa saw the large amount of twists as the elevation climbed on the map.
Prepared for the rest of our stay, exhaustion claimed us once again.