Tuesday, July 10
We say good bye to Butte, and a very lovely La Quinta hotel and head for home. I think Pebbles has had enough of the cart, the carrier and not getting off the leash. My dogs, in contrast, pee and poop on command after a couple of days of training. I told Kim, “You just need to ‘crate train’ her” and Kim irritated but laughing says “What do you think we have been doing for the last week?” Point taken. Poor Pebbles.
We are 11 hours from home! It sounds so close but feels so far away. I am in a hurry to get home but keep seeing more hoops on the side of I-90. OF COURSE, we stop. At this point, the whole point of this trip is to shoot hoops, why would we stop now? Kim and I talk about how far we have come for my mission of shooting unique hoops, why leave one we see interesting behind. Although, I know, I will forever find a hoop in a field, or along the highway or in someone’s yard. There is an endless source of photography out there and I keep telling myself, stop for now. But we don’t. We grab several more on the way home.
One of my favorite hoops was a fluke. We are driving on an access road looking for one we thought we saw and ran across one attached to a beautiful tree, just there attached to a tree in tall grass. We follow the access road for miles until we see it. Dogs barking up the hill, Kim climbs over an old wooden fence to find the owner and get a release signed.
Further down the road we see this hoop on a garage with old car windows. Kim and I loved it (especially Kim) as there was old wood and junk behind the building. I grabbed some wood to make frames out of. We promised each other to come back some day soon!
This hoop along the hwy was on the abandoned house and garage.
Heading home, driving faster, getting closer!!!!
