Here we sit drinking coffee with the smell of fresh air permeating the universe. Mrs. Kadizzle is refusing to leave the desert. Old Kadizzle can see her point up to a point. The desert is in full bloom and so lush it may lose the title of desert. The grass is unbelievable. The wet weather a while back has transformed the flora into a different universe. So we do have to return to the arctic red neck infested area where our house is. Work needs to be done. A bathroom has to be remodeled, the garage needs to be dry-walled, and on it goes. Mrs Kadizzle loves the area we are in and refuses to leave.
We could do some more exploring up Cherry Creek, but it is time to get in gear and head north. The summer will be very strange in ND without a boat.
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