New Mexico. Is. Arrested.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Well, this might be the fastest arrest of a state so far on this trip.  But when you get run over, is that not enough to warrant an arrest?  You cannot argue with that.

There I was yesterday.  Minding my own business and being a Sheriff.  I had already hiked about three miles with Deputy Digby Pancake and Girl Person.  So now, it was my afternoon off which entails a snack inside, a quick nap, and then I go outside with Girl Person while she washes dishes in the dirt and I supervise while having another snack.  Then, after about ten minutes of supervising, I need a second shift, so the Deputy comes out to also take a nap and pretend to watch the campground.  It was then, at this time in our work day, that I decided to take a little siesta. You know, a siesta. And then. This. Happened.

 

I can’t make this stuff up.  I knew about the Roadrunner.  And I knew of his speed.  I also knew of his feud with the Coyote.  However.  I assumed that this would stay back in the Texas place we just left.  So my guard was down.  Oh, never again Roadrunner. As Girl Person was washing her forks and spoons in the dirt, she saw it run right over me.  Well, I jumped up, not knowing what in the world had just happened.  I mean, who runs over a Sheriff on his lunch break?  This guy.

 

No, it’s not everyday you get run over by a Roadrunner.  It is probably not everyday that the Roadrunner comes across a Sheriff, a Deputy and a Girl Person in the middle of the desert taking siestas and washing coffee pots outside.

But New Mexico? If this is how you operate, by letting your criminals run free and letting them run over visiting law enforcement, I have no choice.  No choice.  No warnings. No probation.  We may have over a week left here still, but news flash.  You. Are. Arrested.  There are many more sunsets to see here and many more days for you to be under arrest.

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I hear your pleas New Mexico.  Your Roadrunner was here first, along with all the Jacks around here who are disguised as Jackrabbits and are messing with the jacks on our Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.  But that is no excuse to let them continue their crime spree.  And as Sheriff, my jurisdiction runs far and wide.  It also does not like to be run over.

Now.  What I will do is allow you to raise some bail for the next week, namely peanut butter cookies, and that way we can enjoy your hiking, your deserts, your food and your beauty.

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But I tell you what.  I will rethink this if I get run over again and or if Jack and the Roadrunner collaborate on another ambush.  If the Roadrunner was in fact looking for the Coyote, he probably should not have been looking for him in the Chihuahuan Desert where we are.  Dogs rule here Roadrunner, and you didn’t even help Girl Person dry the dishes.

Well, today, we really aren’t sure what is going on with our schedule.  The persons are going to see if there is a vacant camping spot here in Carlsbad, but if not, we will be on the road again, inching our way towards Santa Fe.  We still have at least 7 more hours to get there in this Big Blue Treat Wagon and that is a long way to go.  And there is no room for Roadrunners in here. Or Jacks.

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-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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You Don’t Know Jack…Jack!

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Well now.  If your name is Jack, I implore you to listen up.  If your name isn’t Jack, I also ask you to listen. Because someone around here needs to take some responsibility for their actions and help us out.  We are in the middle of the desert for pancakes sake!

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Our day started off windy.  And when I say windy, I mean wind so hard that it blows your butt to New Mexico by itself.  I guess that is why the roadrunners there are so fast.

Did you ever have one of those days when everything seemed to go not as planned?  Well, that seems to be everyday for us in fact.  But you kinda get used to it when you are on the road.  The unexpected is expected.  So much so, that we don’t know what to expect.

The persons started off their day Wednesday at the state park there in Texas.  They had not been able to swim yet with the weather, but decided that since they would probably never be there again, they must do it.  The wind was only about 40 mph at this point, and pretty cold.  But Girl Person said that she would never forgive herself if she didn’t swim.  Twenty five foot deep water?  Fish nipping at her toes?  Nah…she could handle it.  She put on her bathing suit which is so big on her at this point that it falls off, but who would see her?  No one else was crazy enough to be out there.  Oh.  Except Boy Person who cannot swim.  You heard me.  He cannot swim.  But since he had a snorkel and flippers, he figured it would make him look like he could swim in 25 foot deep water to no one that was there.  But when he saw Girl Person jump in and tell him that she was going to have a heart attack because she was so cold, he promptly decided that it was just too dangerous to swim.  Yeah.  Ok.  I am a dog, and even I know an excuse when I hear one.

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After they got their person antics out of the way, it was time to hit the road to the New Mexico place.  But alas, the Big Blue Treat Wagon let them know that they didn’t know jack.  Apparently, there is a Jack in this RV that doesn’t want to work and earn his keep.  Girl Person tried to explain to me that there are jacks underneath the RV that come up and down to make it level so that we can balance up in here.  I have no idea about that, but whoever Jack is was not working.  Not at all.  So out the door we went again to lay in the sunshiney while the persons tried to talk Jack into working.  I was kinda liking Jack at this point so that I could go outside again.

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If you don’t know Boy Person very well, you may be unaware that he can fix just about anything except when Girl Person is mad at him.  He figured out that a computer thing that talked Jack into going up and down was broke.  So he got out his tweezers and started putting wires together.  And it took a very. Long. Time.  So long that Sheriff Brickle forgot who to arrest.  Well, after about an hour, we were on the road.  Again.  And Jack apparently was real mad about it.  You don’t know JACK, Jack!

We were then on our way to the New Mexico place with a Jack mad about working.  We knew he probably would also decide that once we got to New Mexico he would not punch in a time clock there either.  And by the time we got to camp, about four hours later, you guessed it.  He decided that he had already worked enough overtime.  And he started his antics again.  He was not coming down. And that’s when I figured out who he really was.  I saw him in the desert.  I saw him.  The cause of all of our problems.  Mr. Jack.  Rabbit.  Jackrabbit.

You would think that a rabbit who could go as fast as 45 mph would not mind working a little to make this RV level.  You would think that a rabbit named Jack would understand that instead of hopping up to 19 feet in the air that it would be easier just to put the RV on a level ground.  But no, he had other plans.  To hop away in the desert. And there was no way to catch him with a belly full of pancakes.

So again.  We sat there and waiting on our Boy Person who can’t swim, but who can wire things back together and talk Jack into working one more day.  We got settled hours later as I watched Jack frolic in the desert, laughing at us for making our dinners late.  And I decided right then and there that anyone named Jack was on my arrest list for the week.  There is no way for me to know with all of those Jacks hopping around in the desert who is responsible for our mishaps.  So.  Whether your name is Jack or not Jack, you are all on Sheriff Brickle’s list and you guessed it.  Mine too.  New Mexico place?  You have a jumpin Jack Flash.  And it’s not alright.  Gas?  There is alot of gas in here.  Sorry about that.

This may be an interesting week here in this New Mexico place.  But we wouldn’t have it any other way. We are trying to make our way to Santa Fe…and it is still a far drive.  So stick with us.  We may have to hop there.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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