And they lived their own slightly bizarre version
of happily ever after ...
Welcome to Phinney's Place ...
We found this place quite a few years back
when, for some reason, we'd decided to take a pass on the tour for a
while. Probably the rugrats (
Robert ) had something to do with it.
Anyway, Cowboy Neal dropped us off just down the road and while kicking
along, we came across this
caterpillar dude in the middle of
the road setting on a mushroom. Now, we've seen caterpillars
smoking hookahs before (children of the sixties and all that). So, we
struck up a conversation. After a few minutes, he sort of faded away
(or was that the cat?). Anyway, he still drops in on occasion and
makes us glad that we took his advice to stay (took the shroom
doesn't run like it once did, in fact it's up on blocks somewhere and being sold for parts.
Every once in a while somebody stumbles out of the mountains to the
North muttering about Shangri-la. Don't know, I've checked the
Weminuche pretty carefully on foot, but nothing
yet. Pat would rather go on horseback, but the result's the same.
Anyway, wander around and have fun. Ah, any odd smells in the air are
probably from the cats. Yeah, that's it.) ... at least until we get to know you better.
Toward the second star on the right, and then straight on
God Bless The Freaks