We sure have been having adventures in Colorado. Bob and Claire wanted to ride up some big hills they called passes, and they promised a surprise for me at the top. At first I was scared. It was loud and made lots of noise and black and white smoke. Now I want to ride a train.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB51NKMxi7s
Lucky's First Thoughts
I must have bumped my head pretty hard when ended up in the middle of the road, before Bob and Claire rescued me. My head has been feeling funny, not hurting, just funny. Well, after that last fast bicycle ride, the words up above just popped into my fluff filled head.
I told Bob, and his face went white. He said it was scary that a stuffed panda was doing something he called, thinking.
After little bit, he said he had an idea what the words meant: That a person (or panda?) should really do stuff, rather than hear about it or see it. He said it is the reason they travel, and hike and bicycle, instead of watch other people do stuff on television. I think I remember such a thing called a television from my other life. The people were always sitting quietly in front of it They might have been doing this thinking thing, but I couldn’t tell.
I think I like moving better than sitting, but I like doing this new thing they call thinking too.
Does anyone know where my thought came from?
Lucky Learns to Ride a Bicycle
Hi again. I’m Lucky and this is my third blog since Bob and Claire Rogers rescued me from certain death on a remote road in Arizona. We’ve been traveling in their motorhome, Turtle in Colorado. They have hinted that I will be going with them to China to ride their tandem bicycle, Zippy. First they say I need to learn a little about riding a bicycle. We’ve been practicing. They breathe hard a lot, and go scary fast sometimes. They helped me make this video to show you. Do you think this looks like fun?
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSXQJK57tus
Bob Says Writer's Block is Normal
Hi big people, and maybe some little ones. This is Lucky again. Did you see my first blog? Bob and Claire rescued me from the middle of a remote highway. I don’t remember how I got there. I hope my memory comes back. Bob took a fake picture of me in the road and was caught by the flashing lights guys. Claire laughed herself sick. I think Bob is good at making a fool of himself.
Bob and Claire told me my life with them would be adventurous. The next day they began to show me how to ride a bicycle. Something about China and bicycles seems to go get them all excited, and it looks like I might be a part of what they have planned.
I wish she'd look where she's going!
Riding in Bob's Olympic Peninsula Bicyclists Jersey
Yikes, Too Fast!
We went to a high place called Lizard Head. It was cold. It was even colder coming back down in Claire’s pocket. I’m not too sure about this bicycling stuff. I heard Claire say it would be a lot more of a high place in China and even colder.
Me at Lizard Pass
Brrrrrr
I think they want us to do a lot more of this high and cold places as practice for China. At least they promised some other fun stuff in between.
Last night it got so cold in the motorhome that the skylight was all frosty and it was cold inside. I wish they would invite me into their bed on cold nights. But there are already three other pandas there, and they have seniority. Maybe later.
Frosty Morning
When I landed on my head in the road I think it made me all funny. Now I think all the time. I didn’t used to think. And I listen to Bob and Claire and wonder how humans think, and what makes them do the things they do. I get hints that Bob and Claire might not be like lots of humans. Like the three pandas they talk to and sleep with, and all that hard breathing and sore muscles they get from those bicycles. They laugh a lot too, and they just snuggle closer when it gets cold. I think they have some stories to tell me. But for now I think we’re just supposed to have fun, and get ready for China.
Last night I heard them whispering about a China place. I thought they said, “Shangri-La.” But I can’t be sure. It might have been my imagination.