So hey...the Saltire is flying all about Northern Arizona, the rezlands, and tagged along on my brief vacation to the San Juan Mountains of SW Colorado last weekend.

Alls been well, though she flew in some very high winds, over some very deep canyons, and deep into an underground mine.

Sunday morning we had to move from Orvis Hot Springs to Box Canyon Inn and Hot Springs which involved a lot of reloading the car with our "stuff" and then unloading the car at Box Canyon.

After we're settled in I went looking for the Saltire - couldn't find her. Must have left her down in the car. Right...that's what I did. But I worried. My friend offered to check when she went down to the motel office on an errand. She came back and told me that the Saltire was NOT in the car. Okay, NOT in our room and NOT in the car....

Okay fine...maybe she just didn't look well enough. Certainly its in the car. No worries. It'll be there in the morning....

Somewhere around 0 dark thirty I awaken from a deep sleep with a memory - I put the Saltire in the lemonade can carton to make it easier to haul up the stairs at the motel and handed it to my friend with a bunch of clothing. That's it! The Saltire in in the lemonade can carton in the refrigerator...

Jubilant, I get up, open the refrigerator, and poke my hand into the lemonade can carton...The Saltire is NOT there!!

No way!! Its GOTTA be there...rummage around some more and danged if it hasn't managed to roll UNDER the lemonade cans...hiding...

But now cold, but found, the worries are over.

How would I explain that after nearly two years of traveling the World some fat olde kiltie misplaced her?

Would it have been better if she'd fallen into a canyon and proudly floated away on rushing snowmelt?

Really nice to have her around...but dang...scary there for a few hours...