Down by the River
On Thanksgiving Day, Beth and Don took me down to the Llano River. I sat and looked around.
I've posed on bridges before. But this time I posed on some equipment that was helping to build a new bridge. There was nothing new looking about all that rusty metal. Can you see me on top of the pipe?
I sat on another stack of metal and looked out over the river, where a bridge used to be. A month ago, the bridge was washed away, when rains flooded the river.
Safe in a Hole
I was nervous that Beth would knock me into the water, when she posed me on pipes and ramps above the river. I was happy when she put me in a snug hole, where wind couldn't knock me over.
A Big Machine
I was much happier to pose on this dusty piece of machinery. It was away from the water, so I felt safe. Best of all, it was Thanksgiving Day, so we could sneak around and explore. I do like an adventure, now and then!
This little pile of rope was very soft and worn. I enjoyed sitting a while.
It was actually at the bottom of a long, stretched out, piece of rope.
I was sitting at the bottom of a temple that was once part of the ancient Mayan city of Coba. Above me, there were 120 steps.
At the Top
I could not even climb one step. So Beth carried me in her camera bag and climbed to the top. This is the metal ring that holds the rope.
Enjoying the View
I sat on the ring and Beth sat on the top step. We watched the people climbing up. Going down was scarier and that's when people held the rope. We didn't tell them that the rope looked a little raveled, up at the top.
You would never know I was in Mexico.
They have green succulent plants like these, lot of places.
Some of these aren't at all cozy for lounging around.
Behind me is the most lovely, blue-green water. Now you can tell I'm in Cozumel.
Ms. Donkey and I voted! Well, actually Don and Beth early-voted in October. But we told them how to vote. Now we're waiting on results...
Bread of the Dead
It is November first and we are still in Mexico. Beth is trying to please me with more sweet foods. She said this was "Bread of the Dead" and I said, "What!"
Beth said it really wasn't scary. In Mexico, this is Day of the Dead. It's a day to celebrate those who have died. She and Don went to the grocery store and brought me back the traditional sweet treat that is enjoyed on Dia de Muertos. It smelled very good.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.