Saturday, September 6, 2014

Not In Kansas

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.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

I love country living and the stories that follow!! Hope the llama is safe.