As the song goes, I was up on the roof, which I tend to pronounce “ruff,” much to the dismay of a Canadian friend. It seems the pronunciation guide for roof shows the double oo with either a longum (a single horizontal bar across both o’s) or a double breve (the little smile above both o’s). The longum would indicate a pronunciation similar to boot, while the double breve would be more like the word took. Regardless, I was atop the motorhome, scrubbing that surface which protects us from the environment and on which the A/C, antenna and vents are located.
Rising from my hands and knees for a break and to stretch my back for a moment, I glanced around the campground. Other RVs were obviously long term residents, their tops black with sap and soot, littered with leaves. Despite recent heavy rains, the debris remains, creating the stains of nature. I stand directly under an oak, it’s branches heavy with acorns, green with youth, still firmly attached and not yet ready for the squirrels to collect. Another oak, just across the way, has begun to don it’s fall foliage. The topmost leaves have foregone the summer green for the autumnal red and soon will be the first to fall.
I’m thinking it’s too soon, not yet, stay summer. I’m not ready for fall. When fall comes to the eastern mountains, it is most spectacular. Color explodes from the varieties of green which have been on display since late spring. I’m looking forward to fall, just not yet.
Buildings appeared abandoned, until you saw the laundry hanging on the line.
A wall mural in downtown Quito
It takes five officers to fix a flat
Love the pink pumps
Photos compliments of C. Savage; lifeinanrv.tumblr.com
We had spent a couple of hours on the path around Lake Limpiopungo at Cotopaxi, south of Quito. One could say it was a “walk in the park”, but I won’t. With the completion of our walk, we were back in the warmth of the bus. Our next stop would be at a hacienda for lunch.
It’s Tuesday and we’re back in Quito, on our way to Cotopaxi National Park. This will be another elevation change for us. While Carol and I are handling the elevation swings well, some of us still experience altitude difficulties. We’ve gone from near sea level in Houston, TX., to over 9000 feet in Quito with some excursions to nearly 12,000.
No rest for the weary as on Monday morning we were up early to vacate our rooms on the ship. Most of the day was travel and waiting. After breakfast, we took our last Zodiac ride to Santa Cruz Island and the Highlands. Disembarking the Zodiac, we bid adieu to Danny, then boarded a bus for a 45 minute jaunt to a nature reserve, northwest of Ayora Port where we had landed.
As Danny maneuvered the Zodiac, with our intrepid Cormorant group on board, around the cliffs and rock strewn shoreline of Vincente Roca Point, we had ample opportunities to see more of the abundant wildlife of the Galapagos. He would brought us deftly to within