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Travel day

Las Vegas to Santa Fe. Sixty miles. Waited. Waited. Waited. Left about noon. Arrived about one. Way too short a drive. We’re working our way south. Cortez. Durango. Las Vegas. Santa Fe. Except that Santa Fe is west and actually a little north of Las Vegas.

We think of Interstate 25 as a straight north/south highway. It is, mostly, but in this part of New Mexico it does a bit of a loop. We drove on southbound Interstate 25 for sixty miles and ended up northwest of where we started.


We mean to head south ahead of winter weather. We’ve had a few nights below freezing, but overall the weather has been warm and nice. That’s about to change though. There is a big windy wet storm headed into the mountains that will spill over to this side. The wind is here already. We’re supposed to get a couple of hard freeze nights in the mid-twenties. The weather is supposed to be messier than that in Denver. The forecast is for snow all day Sunday.

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Wild creatures

Dogs are descended from wolves, right? They’ll have some of the same tendencies and instincts no matter how civilized or sissified they get. Yes, this conversation is working its way around to Annie the Princess. Annie is descended from wolves? If Annie does something, it might be something wolves do too? How do wolves act during thunderstorms? Do any of them tremble and cower like Annie? What if they do? Do the other wolves turn on them; kill and eat them for being weak? Or what if it’s the lead dog doing it? Does everyone look at him and follow suit? Is there a cave somewhere with twenty trembling wolves in it during a thunderstorm? Meanwhile, Annie gets her MuttLuks on before she can go outside in case there are stickers.
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Las vegas

Ow! My entire body hurts. Well, maybe not every single muscle hurts; only the ones used for racquetball. I think there is one in my left forearm I didn’t use. No problem. We have Aleve. I wonder if it comes in liquid I could use as an I.V. drip? No matter. A little pain? It’s just a two day reminder of how much fun I had.
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The wind

The windIt was blowing hard and not very warm. Not inviting weather for a walk outside, so I drove to the local rec center. They have racquetball courts there. There were racquetball players there too. Several of them were nice enough to invite me to play. I was rusty and it was a slow start for me, but I warmed up and did respectably. Each game it seemed like I had a chance. I don’t remember the last time I played. I think it’s been over a year. Most of my exercise is slow and steady now; nothing like the bursts of racquetball. An hour and a half left me winded. I suspect tomorrow and the day after I’m going to be feeling the pain I used to take such great pleasure inflicting.