Jim got stopped by the highway patrol. I guess it was a 'curtosy check'. The highway patrolman stood in the door and asked for several papers, registration, etc. Jim handed them to him one at a time, as he asked. A gust of wind came up and caugh a couple papers. Mr. Highway Patrolman had to get in his truck and back down the highway until he could catch them. He said that if they hadn't got caught by sage brush, he might still be looking for those papers. He didn't give us any tickets.
We're in the same motel as the last trip through here. We got an upgrade to a nice big room. It's very comfortable.
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