Field Camp, Palm Desert California
March 31, 2020
Greetings Fellow Adventurers!
After completing another successful season of research here at the desert oasis we are setting our compass to North and heading for the cottage. We will leave in the morning and will layover one night at the Wells Fargo stage stop in Cedar City, Utah. With luck, we will arrive home on April 2. The manager at the stage stop assures us that there are no worries about Chinese viruses in our rental cabin as the American bedbugs have eaten them all. Gosh, I reckon there really is a silver lining in every pandemic! I learn something new every day.
Of course, we will be traveling with our accumulated trove of TP. The Subaru wagon is almost full of the stuff. I understand that the native tribes in Utah are raiding wagon trains just like ours to add to the temple supplies. Therefore, we will be traveling with our .303 British Infield rifles loaded and at the ready. Our trusty service revolvers will be strapped to our hips. I am not about to be wiped out for my wipes. No sir!
We will, of course, be self-quarantining for a fortnight once we get to the old Idaho cottage. I look forward to this respite because it will keep the bill collectors at bay! Scout is not looking forward to living with me in such close quarters for such an extended period of time. I will be hiding all the sharp objects, poisons, and ammunition immediately upon our return. The poor kid gets a little edgy when I am around all the time. Can’t think why. Currently there have been no deaths resulting from the Chinese virus in Power County and I don’t want to be the first one.
Well, that is about it for now. I look forward to hearing how you are weathering the storm and entertaining yourselves. I am expecting a massive jump in births nine months from now. I will be calling them Gen C. I can hardly wait for a new batch of younguns. I understand a new baby boy was born in Boise, Idaho, yesterday and the happy hillbilly parents named him Covid. Kinda cute.
Over and out.
