Coyote, 5K, Yaks, a Romantic Weekend
I think I solved last week’s sausage mystery. I no longer believe the hotel sausage is neither raccoon or prairie dog. It’s coyote!
The extended stay hotel/motel that I am staying at is in the heart of the shopping and Fortune 500 offices in the state capital. I can throw a baseball from the hotel parking lot to the parking lot of that giant blue building with the yellow letter signage. (OK, you caught me. It might take me four throws. My shoulder is over sixty years old.) By the way, I’m going to talk about Big Blue in a minute.
Anyway, before I lose focus, back to coyote sausage. Tuesday night, returning from the fitness center to the hotel, I pulled into the parking lot. I was greeted by a pretty good size coyote,