As Dorothy said to Toto when they landed in Oz, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Pulling into the parking lot at the bank yesterday, I looked around at the various vehicles and saw this. Note that there is even a rifle in the saddle scabbard. Well, as I've said, this is country living at its finest.
On the way home during what passes for "rush hour" traffic up here (that's a string of at least six cars), I passed a bad accident on Bucks Bar Road. Traffic was being directed by a couple of CHP officers and some civilians. On my way again, just after crossing the almost-dry Middle Fork of the Cosumnes river, I did a double take when I saw a large black llama about to cross the road. I came to a near stop and threw on my flashers. Llama stepped back to the side, where I could see one or more others on a little side road. There are very few places to pull over on Bucks Bar, so I had to wait until I turned onto the "really" big road to stop and call 911. "What emergency are you reporting?" "I need to report a loose llama on Bucks Bar Road before there is an accident." "A loose what?!" "Llama. A loose llama." I'm sure the dispatcher had to do a reality check, too, to make sure she was still in El Dorado County.
It was an interesting trip to town.
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I love country living and the stories that follow!! Hope the llama is safe.
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