Respite

For those who have wondered what happened to ‘Dubya’, well… Farley has been on a trip in a portion of the country where he didn’t have internet access for approving of posts, so we took a few days off.
Farley, however, was very busy during his vacation last week. He traveled up through the Rockies, where he bungeed off of the Royal Gorge Bridge, left there and drove into Idaho where he picked a potato from a farm, and drove on into Canada where he spent several days camping along side the highway in his Coleman Tent. He said the camping was peaceful except for the rude interruptions by the Canadian Highway Patrol, wondering what he was doing camping beside a highway. Can’t do anything anymore, I tell you!
His ventures took him to Revelstoke, B.C., Canada, where he discovered the Three Valley Gap Chateau and ghost town. Three Valley Gap has many attractions such as the beach on Three Valley Lake....... where Farley pitched his tent on Wednesday night of last week. He discovered that you can’t get good rest in a tent. For some reason, police, highway patrol, mounted patrol, and all types of law enforcement are attracted to tents pitched in public areas with an old man in them! Anyway, he said he really enjoyed the ghost town, even though he spent all day Thursday in jail. The police didn’t take too kindly to Farley’s joke about pigs.
On Farley’s way home, he stopped off in Yellowstone National Park, where he could camp, undisturbed by law enforcement, or anything else for that matter… except the large grizzly that smelled his food he forgot to set outside the tent. Poor Farley just couldn’t get any rest! The bear came close to attacking Farley, but he was able to stop it with his Coleman Pole, ironically enough, that he had holding up the center of his tent. He grabbed the pole from the center of the tent, swung it at the bear and hollered, “I’m a monkey! I’m a MONKEY!!!” I don’t know where that came from either, but I’ve never been attacked by a bear, so I might say something weird like that too! Anyway, the bear looked at the pole and ran off with its tail between its legs, and I didn’t even know they had tails that long.
Farley felt pretty confident and was able to sleep peacefully the rest of the trip.
On his way back into Texas, Farley stopped by the Cadillac Ranch on I-40 and spray painted “Farley Was Here” on the fender of a 58 model Cadillac and was chased halfway home by the owner of the classic car. Farley, you’re supposed to paint the ones out in the field!! Oh my, anyway, he shook the Coleman Pole at the man, stopping him dead in his tracks. Farley smiled, patted the pole and whistled his way home. Who knew a Pole could come in so handy?
I’d like to take this opportunity to say welcome home Farley, thanks for the story! Oh, and we would like to announce our Official endorsement of the Coleman Poll.... OOPS! I mean, Coleman Pole. Hope our Legal Team is ready! -approved by Farley Wells, SAD-CMDI, who is looking at me through the little hole on the end of his Coleman Pole. What a weirdo.