If a lifetime can be likened to a day, then this is Happy Hour!
Okay...LOVE!!! Having toured the Carlsbad Caverns (somewhat near your neck of the woods) with three sons, a reluctant wife (who...btw...probably already had #4 son toasting in the oven), and plenty of spizzerinum amongst us combined...The term "guano" was a new one to me/us. Call me/us ill educated if you will, but neither I nor The Mrs, or the boys ever heard it until we took the "tour" at Carlsbad. But, from that day forward, "GUANO" became a family standard.Especially around the Dinner Table... (My poor wife...don't know how she's stood up to all us mens.) Okay...we're a twisted bunch of male Reeves folk. Can't hep it...well, I guess we COULD. Nah.
Heh! I posted a really great comment a while back on this with long details about how it gave me remembry of great things in the past...subscribed to follow-ups....blah blah blah.Evidently, The Globber ate it!!! That's okay. It really wasn't all that good of a comment, anyway.
Good thing you captured this yesterday, I see they took it down and put up something different afterwards.
How strange is that!?!
Just be polite... that's all I ask.