|Friday evening we stopped by the VFW to chat with Terry for a bit before heading over to French Creek Rv Park for the weekly bbq/potluck. We were a bit hesitant to crash the party but were assured that the owner, nickname Rock, has an open invitation to pretty much the whole town every Friday at 7pm. He provides whatever meat he chooses each week and everyone else brings their own table setting and a dish to share. Oh my goodness, what a turnout he gets! And the dishes were amazing.
Rock himself is a bit of character as well. We understand he never leaves home without the pistol on his hip. Clearly visible in the pics I took. He wears it all over Custer and no one bats an eye, but I guess there was a bit of a ruckus one time at the Wal-Mart in Rapid. Gee, I wonder why?? But he's a big kidder, very friendly and obviously has a great big heart. Donations are accepted and we understand donated to his church. And he gave a wonderful blessing before the dinner bell. We'll definitely be going again.
On the way home we noticed a big green thing sitting right on the white line on the opposite lane. I said to Larry "boy, that looked like a large turtle." He agreed and quickly pulled off to the side. We ran back to the spot and sure enough there was a suicidal turtle on the side of the road. Two more steps and we could have made turtle soup! Larry attempted to pick him up and he not only tried his best to claw him to death but bite him as well! We didn't know a turtle could stretch his head out so far & twist it 180 degrees too! You never saw a guy drop a turtle and jump back 3 feet so fast in your life!!! About that time a local young lady pulled over and said she had a pair of gloves at home just a couple of blocks away. We agreed to corral the turtle until she returned. She brought a large bin with her and Larry was able to pick him up and get him into the bin safely. Of course he tried to claw and bite again thankfully with no success. So no, no turtle soup for us. Mission accomplished, good job honey!
We arrived home in time to join Jack & Barb & Dick & Lou around the campfire for a bit before hitting the sack. Next post will be on our fishing trip, which of course has already occurred. I'm just running a bit behind. How is that possible when you're retired? Geez, I just can't figure out how we manage to stay so busy? But life is good and we are enjoying each day here in the hills. Thanks for checking in....