Saturday 12:12am 51 degrees
I had to stop driving and writing at same time… too dark and getting too dangerous. Finally, I enter the front gate to the “Bwana Lodge.” I drive slowly up the long gravel road and pull into the dirt parking area behind the house. I will finish my notes inside. My “auto sensor” outdoor light on the back of the house is working, fortunately. Even though danger is what I do, on a daily basis, I still feel a little nervous about walking in total darkness to the back door. I am north of Thomson’s Falls and in the middle of a well animal populated region. There are certainly animals with “teeth” around here. My “ranch” is about 900 acres, and the lodge sits in the back of the the property overlooking a well visited waterhole. I’m not close to the main road.
Holding my loaded Taurus Judge in my right hand, I grab my notes, cell phone, Ipod, and jacket with my left. I turn off the Rover, open the door, and walk straight toward the lighted porch at the back door. Still a light rain, and I forgot my hat. I’ll go back for it in the morning. I quickly unlock the door, flip the light switch, and step inside. Home sweet home!!