GROUNDHOG’S DAY: LAST BREAKFAST

 

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Robbin and I have made the trek to the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nevada, where we were married twenty years ago, so many times that it seems like Groundhog’s Day. We split the 720 mile trip into two days, laying over in Bishop, stopping at the same places for gas and a snack or a meal, the same motel, right down to virtually the same heavy coats and winter shoes. One almost instant replay after another.

Yet always something new, some detail or happenstance to change the course of events, to make every Gathering a little different, a little richer. This year the weather was a player.

 

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2 responses to “GROUNDHOG’S DAY: LAST BREAKFAST

  1. That must be so much fun, John, weather not withstanding. Although after so many dry times, I imagine even the snow looks great!

    janet

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  2. Glad to see that Robbin is still in there kicking!

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