Friday 20 January 2012

Tumbleweeds

To get exercise and enjoy the sunshine we have been clearing out the tumbleweed from the yard and burning it. This was the largest one and along with others made a big fire for a short time.

The tumbleweed is called goathead or bullhead or ramshead. It has a thorn that looks like a head with horns. They stick on shoes or clothes and come of in the house. When we step on them with sock or bare feet we call them ouch. The Canadian custom of taking off shoes in the house does not apply here.

Another interesting feature about the roads. Where there is gravel they get washboardy and VERY rough so the way to overcome this is to drive in the ditch. The upside of this is often the ditch is graded but the isn't.



This week we haven't had anything too unusual happen but we did have an interesting incident on Monday night which Elder Lybbert explains next.

Monday night there was a knock on our door and when I opened it there stood a Navajo police officer. He had a young women that he a picked up on the road. She had been hichhiking and it was late and cold and he didn.t know what to do with her. He said we were his only hope.(there are no hotels or accomadations here and the nearest police station is nearly 2 hrs. away.) Her name was Marlene Savage so I could say we had a savage here all night.  I got to cook her breakfast which she seemed to enjoy (pancakes, eggs and little sausages). She felt bad that she couldn't pay us anything so she dug around in her bag and found a little calender that stiks on the frig and gave it to us. We took her down to the main road so she could continue her journey. She said she had been baptized but never attended church for years.
What a blessing the gospel could be in the lives of these people if they could just live by its teachings.
Elder and sister Lybbert





2 comments:

  1. I like the tumble weed but from the photos it looks like that country wouldn't even grow tumble weeds. My guess is that one blew in from California.

    Wayne is happiest when he can cook breakfast for someone ... anyone ... apparently.

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  2. nice tumble weed. i wouldn't want to be caught in its tumbling path!

    i'm glad you got to cook breakfast for someone, dad! it's funny that the police went to your house to get a place to stay for her. people will probably be begging to be picked up from police once word gets around: no hand cuffs, breakfast is served, and no bail fee.

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