We’ve had a few days of very nice weather; middle 50s with sunny skies, and very little wind. It snowed overnight, 3-4 inches, maybe more, but yesterday we decided to go for a drive before the weather settled in.
We headed up to Castle Rock, and the outlet mall. Had not been there for a spell, and wanted to see how the place was doing. It seemed busy enough.
From there we headed East to Elizabeth, one of the small towns out in the middle of the prairie. Went to see a couple of antique stores, we did. We found nothing of interest, but it was fun walking around.
Keeping an eastward heading, we reached Kiowa, and turned south toward Elbert. Just south of Kiowa we passed a car I’d seen a couple of times in prior years. It sits near the entrance to one of the many ranches in the area. Unlike other times, yesterday I stopped for some photos.
The above is a panorama of the car, and the car is a Chevrolet Master Deluxe. The vintage is likely late 30s to early 40s. Another article about the car is HERE. Not about this particular car, but this model car in general.
It’s not a bad-looking car, and despite the age, it looks like it could seriously hurt a Prius. Of course, the Prius would have to run into this beauty, as she is not too mobile.
The license plate presumedly points to the last year this car was running as 1962.
We had stopped at a Safeway for some sandwiches, and shortly after taking these photos, we pulled off the road to enjoy our Italian Subs. Mind you, not as good as the ones we make, but tasty just the same. Washed them down with some water, loaded our cups with coffee from our thermos, and we were back rolling.
A few miles from Elbert, one can see this house from the road . . .
It looks like a neat place for a house, and it also looks like a neat house.
A nice, high vantage point . . . clear some of those trees, put down a few landmines, a couple of automatic machine guns covering the access up the hill, and you got something there.
In a fields adjacent to the road, four Texas Longhorns looked at me snapping away. I could tell they wanted their photo taken.
From previous encounters with these striated colors, I knew the proper name was brindle coloring.
This guy walked very slowly to a small stream, and he drank for a long time. I think he and the others are all of advanced age, but I must confess to little expertise in determining bovine age.
The hind quarter of the bull reminded me of the back of the head of a large Tony the Tiger (TM). This guy was the more animated of the bunch, and he moved at a glacial pace.
This guy never moved. Got to admit . . . them be a set of impressive horns. I think I would like a pair if I could get my hands on some at a reasonable price. I probably can’t.
The drinker eventually lifted his head (we thought it had fallen asleep), and moved ever-so-slowly back toward the others.
I pulled myself up onto my own metal steed, and continued to Elbert. On our last visit there we had found two antique shops, and wanted to spend a bit of time browsing dead people’s stuff.
Unfortunately, one had permanently closed (we were not surprised – their prices were a tad high when we last visited), and the other was closed for the holidays.
While a bust, it was still a nice drive, and it got me a few photos. What more can one ask for a lazy Saturday afternoon? We even got home before the weather hit.
As usual, the original photos can be found at the SmugMug gallery, HERE.
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