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Santa Fe

I don’t think the last weather report I sent from Santa Fe was clear. I wasn’t reporting that we were going to get snow here; the snow was all going to be in Colorado. And it was. We sat in breezy sunshine Sunday while our family in Denver watched fat snowflakes fall. It got cold here and threatened to precipitate, but nothing much happened. We woke to clear skies; some snow on the surrounding mountains. Now that the wind has let up, the cold doesn’t even feel that cold. Brother David wonders about the swirly camouflage painting on the side of our rig. He wonders if it works. Well, let’s see. Can you spot the motorhome in this picture? Or should we, as David suggests, pull it into a slot canyon and watch it disappear against the background?
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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.