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.