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I’ve got to say I’m a bit over prehistoric housing, after all we are staying in motels.

Not to worry we have broken out of the “fix her upper houses” to the Canyonlands National park and we’re heading for more superb scenery. Bing Crosby would be happy. Willie Nelson would be on a high, but then he often was.

“Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don’t fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don’t fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don’t fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in”

Etc. Etc.

Music by Cole Porter and lyrics by Robert Fletcher in case you were wondering, I was.