We won’t be goin’ anywhere ’til Deb feels better. After three days in bed and not eating much of anything ’til a bland dinner this evening, she says she’s improving. We’ll have to see if that’s real or a mirage.
I was at the UPS depot in Harrison when it opened this morning to drop off a Red Label envelope — signed-and-notarized closing documents for the sale of Second Chance Ranch. Our responsiveness, however, may be futile.
The closing, tentatively set for Wednesday, could be pushed into next week. Today we had to sign (electronically) an extension that’d accommodate this latest maddening delay. I’m beyond disgusted.
Our house kit is ready to be delivered to The Mountain and has been for a while. I’m sure we’ll have to push it off again, if we even can, along with site work that has to be done before materials arrive.
I’ve become adept at rolling with life’s punches, but my patience with the Ohio end of this has expired. To quote Chris Spielman,
“Don’t tell me about the pain. Just show me the baby.”
Is there a chance closing still could happen this week? Sure. As I said before, I’ll believe it when I see it.
After reporting yesterday that we hadn’t seen any fawns on our trailcams, this morning a couple of youngsters made their debut. We know they’re on The Mountain ’cause we’d seen ’em — it was only a matter of time ’til the does led ’em to the corn.
You may remember a post I did in April, “Sad outcome, lessons to learn,” in which I told the story (as I knew it then) of Ron and Beverly, an elderly Indiana couple who got lost in a remote area of Nevada. She survived the ordeal; he did not.
At the time I wrote about how they took their motorhome where it didn’t belong, “from 4,200 feet to near 8,000 feet and [encountering] grades of 15% or steeper,” all on rough and rutted BLM roads suited to 4WD and high-ground-clearance vehicles. I was confident saying that because I researched and plotted the routes they may have taken.
Now I’ve seen evidence of how tragically bad their decisions were, in the form of a YouTube video produced by Dave “Heavy D” Sparks, who led the team that recovered Ron and Beverly’s vehicles. That video appears below.
I hope you’ll invest the 35 minutes it takes to watch it. When you do, and if you’re anything like me, what you see will both move and infuriate you.
It’s sad, of course — but it was so damned unnecessary.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.