U is for Uh-Oh
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
(This month I will be participating in the A to Z Blogger Challenge. Each day my post will begin with successive letters of the alphabet. My A to Z Blog Challenge topics are inspired by our recent 90-day trip on our motorhome. Click here to see links to other responses to this challenge.)
U is for Uh-Oh
I can't think of anything on the topic of our trip that would be especially worthy to write about that begins with the letter "U".
I thought about Ululate:
I heard coyotes howling when we stayed at Ft. Yargo State Park in Georgia. It seemed strange to hear the pack yipping in the night, as I associate coyotes with the west.
I considered Uber:
The motor home is uber-cool. After years of tent camping, then hauling a pop-up, and then finally a small pull-behind camper, I can't believe that we have a motorhome and have this much space!
Mr. Dreamy suggested U-boat:
Since I did see a submarine go by Fort Clinch State Park in Florida, on its way to St. Mary's Naval Base.
I could have used Ultralight:
As I saw this experimental, ultralight helicopter at the 55th Annual Cactus Fly-In in Casa Grande, AZ.
But, I just couldn't seem to write a post about any of those.
I couldn't use Utah, since we didn't go there on this trip.
I couldn't use Uncle, since we didn't see my Uncle Don on this trip.
I couldn't use Ugly, since everything we saw was quite beautiful.
Uh-oh.... the A to Z committee might find out about my struggles and I won't earn the honor of displaying the "I survived the A to Z Challenge" badge on my site!
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