COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 44042.64

Combating boredom.

Moose interruptus. My trip into Mooseville was cut short when an alarm light (wrench) illuminated in my dash board. A quick peek at the owners manual, yep, it’s not good. Drive train failure. It wasn’t difficult to identify the most likely cause, as the transmission was emitting a loud and vibrating “thunk” when it shifted to high gear. Trip cut short without notice. I limped back to Denver trying to take the route with the fewest known stops. Wouldn’t have mattered though, I-25 southbound to Denver was a stop and go parking lot from Ft. Collins to North Denver, a quick 75 miles of driving hell.

Oh well, it wasn’t the first time in my life that I was interrupted doing something that I really didn’t want to stop doing. One just plans another attempt.

Happy thought inventory.

I did manage two good moose runs this week. Lots of good photographs. Another attempt is in the queue.

Doobie sure seems to need my attention today. Doobie Love!

Slacker status.

No slackers encountered today. On a side note, I do enjoy seeing videos of said slackers. It reminds me that I’m not alone in this world having to contend with slackers. I’m far less obnoxious towards these people though. I just try to keep everyone at distance with a 10 ft. pole.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.