On our way to Santa Fe, on the outskirts, stuck in a traffic jam so bad they’ve closed the freeway, all three lanes of traffic being routed off the exit ramp in the distance to crawl along the access road until the next opportunity to return. We’re in the center lane. All three lanes barely moving, but the merge not happening until the police officers directing traffic right at the ramp. As we get closer, still barely creeping, another RV pulls next to us in the right lane. He opens his window, and invites us to merge ahead of him. We’re sixty feet; not that easy to change lanes without help, so we thank him profusely, and over the course of the next several minutes, manage to get our full length ahead of him and merge into the empty space. What a nice guy! He didn’t have to do that. Time marches on. This man should be rewarded beyond our measly thanks and light blinking recognition…. and he was! The universe is just and fair. His reward? Because he volunteered to wait just a little longer and let us go first, he didn’t have to be the last vehicle diverted onto the exit ramp. Somebody had to be last, and it wasn’t him….. it was us. Just as we passed the point of no return, the police pulled aside the barricades and reopened the southbound freeway. He waved as he went past.
Santa fe skies
From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Friday, July 28, 2006 8:31 PM
To: Bill Taylor (Bill Taylor); David Taylor (David Taylor); Tom Taylor (Tom Taylor)
Subject: FW: santa fe skies
Stuff
The people who build Santa Fe Skies, the RV Park we’re at, have been on the property for generations. They set some stuff out. Some people probably know what these things are….., but not me.
Santa fe
Buena Vista to Santa Fe. Thundershowers in the afternoon. Rain on the roof. Dinner and coffee. A walk around the park during a break between rainshowers. Between showers, but a renegade lightning bolt so close overhead I felt the concussion. A quick trip back to the motorhome to wait for a better break between showers. That was invigorating. A much quieter walk later in the dark, when it would stay dark. A repeat client in Santa Fe tomorrow. A quick one; only get two days to do it.
Along the way
Along the way… to Santa Fe. An overnight stop at the KOA in Buena Vista. Pinon and sage covered hillside. Hummingbird feeders on every cabin. Half a dozen hummingbirds on each feeder. Hummingbird trills, a constant ringing accompaniment to any venture outside. A cool rainy mountain afternoon. Annie the dirtball got a bath.