I've been readying the camper trailer. We plan to pull it over to a nearby lake for several days. The trip is a precursor, a shakedown, to another one we'll take over Labor Day Weekend where we'll travel to a state park in western Oklahoma. From there, Kathy and I will attend my hometown's yearly alumni celebration on Saturday as well as my class's 50th high school graduation anniversary Friday night.
Whoa, writing that makes me feel old. Oh, wait. I am old. Actually, I still only admit to being middle-aged.
From the Park, we plan to travel north and east to my brother's home in central Kansas. We'll stay at my brother's place several days, and then we'll return home unless I can talk Kathy into more traveling.
This little guy has been lounging around our yard for several days. Yesterday morning, it was perched on the four-foot metal fence soaking up some sun rays. He or she must be a climber . . . or a jumper with special talents. I was struck by the unusual silver color.
