Off to the Races

Sometime this morning we learned that the Poasts, Littlejohns and Helms were heading to Wright for some festivities. Would we like to go? Sure, so we picked up Charlie and Carol and off we went, figuring we'd find Sandy, Gene, Blair and Sally when we got there. It's not a big place.

Finding the celebration was not easy, however, so we decided we needed some nourishment before we kept looking. The restaurant was full of gift items and had great food to boot. Larry and I split a Monte Cristo sandwich and then a piece of Almond Joy pie. YUM! Others had similarly delicious meals.

Then it was off to the races. We hadn't gone far enough, but the large gathering of cars and trucks let us know we were in the right place. None of us had ever seen mud truck races before. We made the acquaintance of a nice man whose truck was backed in, giving him a great view.

He invited us to share his tailgate, so we obliged. He also described what was going on, which helped. Basically, two trucks race against each other in the mud down a short course. They do many elimination rounds until they come up with 3 winners - because that's the number of trophies they have.

He also gave us information about the area. People are very happy in Gillette because they make a good living and have no reasons not to be happy. Sounds logical to me! Low or no sales taxes as well.

We are now enjoying dueling radios with some Texans who are playing their country music very loudly. Ours is a Newfoundland CD to counterattack.