Puye Indian Ruins

There is this tree across the street.   At least it used to be a tree but the poor thing is more like a tall stick with leaves now. This stick has gone through tornados, high winds, draught and my best friends husband and is still standing. I am amazed that the neighbor hasn't chopped it down but maybe he has some affection for it too so leaves it hoping it will some day be a tree.  My best friend bought a motorhome.  Her husband has a car dealership and had dealt in cars his whole life but knows nothing about them which has always amazed me.  He is more in the financial end. They have had a string of the ugliest motorhomes I have ever seen. The first one was an old box like thing (an old Winnebago) that we called the eagle. We always said when they arrived somewhere "The Eagle Has Landed" because we were amazed it made it to the destination without stuff flying off. On their maiden voyage they were hearing a lot of road noise and smelling gas so they lifted the carpet under the drivers side while moving only to see pavement whizzing by. You just have to know these people. When we camp, we get set up in about five minutes and they spend up to two hours getting their bug zapper set up, the bug curtain hooked up to their awning, their fake grass rug under the awning and various tables and fans strategically placed. It's just like being at the circus. She has so much crap loaded on that thing I just know it's going to tip before they ever get where they are going. On this particular trip she and I found a huge iron eagle and wired it to the front of the motor home and they left it there even when they sold it. Their heater went out the first night and they huddled over there and ate cold balogna sandwiches until after our cozy night we made breakfast and offered them some. They ate it all licking the plates clean and then telling us of their night.  We didn't know their heater had quit. The next motor home they were so proud of because it was so much bigger and he cleaned and cleaned on the outside. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't get it polished so it would shine. MrP looked at it and told him it was because someone had stripped or sanded the shiney coat off of it. haha He spent a ton of money on polish trying to get that thing to shine. Which brings me to their best and newest motor home which they just loved. He drives them like he is driving a car,70 to 75 mph. Careening down the highway, the wind catching it now and then and blowing it clear in the other lane. He whipped up into our driveway for the last trip they took with us and we all admired it and loaded up to go. The girls were to follow him in the car so we wouldn't have to tow. Not being to sure of his towing abilities while driving the motor home like a race car. He pulled back and hauled ass out of the neighborhood and as we pulled out behind him we noticed limbs sticking out of the back window. He had backed into that poor little stick and torn what remaining branches were left off of it. My friend was screaming and hysterical waving her arms out the window, reaching over to honk my horn repeatedly, much to my chagrin, in my otherwise quiet neighborhood to flag him down. Did I mention her husband has ADD? So we finally got him to notice us about a mile away at the fire station where he pulled over and they had all this stuff on the motor home but guess what? No tools! hahaha so they got the branches out and put the window back into the rubber molding with spatulas. I love these people!