2015.01.08 Falling Rock

I think that I need to start this blog post with a joke that Dona and I heard last year.

There was a snowbird in Yuma that went on a hike out in the desert with two Indian guides.  They were hiking along and came upon a cave. The first Indian guide yelled in to the cave, “woo hoo, woo hoo”.  He could very faintly hear a “woo hoo, woo hoo” back, so he tore off all his clothes and ran in to the cave.  The snowbird asked the second Indian guide what that was all about and the guide explained that when you yell in to the cave like that and get an answer back that means that there is a fair Indian maiden waiting for you inside.

The snowbird and the Indian guide hiked up a little bit further and came across a second cave that was a little bit bigger. The Indian guide yelled in to the cave “woo hoo, woo hoo” and he heard and answer back, “woo hoo, woo hoo”, so he tore off all his clothes and ran in to the cave.

Well the snowbird thought that was pretty cool and continued on his hike. It wasn’t long before he came upon an even bigger cave and yelled in to the cave “woo hoo, woo hoo”.  Imagine his excitement when he heard back a really loud “woo hoo, woo hoo”. He tore off all his clothes and ran in to the cave.

The headline in the Yuma sun the next day read “Local Snowbird Hit by Train”.

The same afternoon that we heard the joke, the four of us were sitting outside enjoying an ice cream cone and Jeff starting telling us about the caves that he had seen earlier in the day when he had been out exploring in the desert. Of course, Dona and I started cracking up and then had to fill the guys in on the joke that we had heard earlier that day. Now, whenever we go to the other’s house, we woo hoo to announce our presence. It always brings a smile to our face.

Fast forward a few days; Jeff and I came home and found this green thing that was shaped like the upper portion of a body and had been used for target practice. Dona and Mike had found her out in the desert and thought that Jeff needed to have her. She came with a nice little letter telling Jeff that she had finally found her home. Falling Rock was born. A smiling face was painted on and she rode around the four wheeler whenever she could right beside Jeff.

This year she has been dressed in a bikini and a babushka. Her bikini top is a pair of men’s briefs that has been transformed and she has been bejeweled with dazzling sapphires. She travels back and forth between Jeff’s and Mike’s and has been the source of many good laughs.  I am looking forward to seeing what her next adventures will be and where she will end up spending her summer.