We started the day with gun safety training. Winston and I never did hit the little wild gourd we were shooting at, but Tristan and Wyatt did.
You have to love small towns. This is Elk City, and you will never guess their school mascot…yes, the fighting Elks. Barely visible is a woman on the porch of the house. She brought out chairs for Grandma and Grandpa (my uncle Terry and his girlfriend Linda). The three little girls are her great-grand-daughters.
The herd of longhorn cattle was worth the trip.
Stagecoach…awesome.
Little kids in the Elk City fire truck…cute.
Off-road fire tanker truck…awesome.
Armored Personnel Carrier?…jaw-droppingly awesome but also other-worldly. The boys spent the entire drive home speculating and inventing scenarios where they might actually need one out here, all outrageously far-fetched, because of course you don’t need one out here. The president’s plane gets shot down. A high-profile prisoner has to be transported, but not on the roads. I do think they stayed in the real world, which spared me the zombie apocalypse and alien invasions.
Wyatt has been starry-eyed about monster trucks for a while now. Note the guy on the ATV hamming it up as well.
Covered wagon drawn by mules. Can you imagine? This one has rubber tires and a bench seat salvaged from a pick-up truck.
Here is the pioneer version of the golf-cart. There were dozens of Rangers and Razors, the modern version of dune-buggies and off-road golf-carts, but somehow they didn’t merit a photo till this one put them in their place.
I don’t have any thoughtful reflections on Labor Day, except that when Monday came, we powered ahead with home-school and forgot to take the day off. Wyatt asked what the day was for. My simple answer was that workers haven’t always had rights and the boss could work them to death. Troy gave it an economic twist, that when labor is scarce, workers will be treated better. Cheap labor is a fact of life everywhere else in the world.
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