We made it home from New Mexico Sunday with no big weather issues! It was eight hours of fog, clouds, or rain, but we were relieved NOT to be playing hockey without skates, sticks, or even a puck.
On a long drive, you look for ANY way to entertain yourself. We encountered a small pickup with a camper with what looked like a washer and dryer among other things on top of their vehicle. The appliances were heavily weighting the back end and the car was barely doing sixty. We saw this vehicle in New Mexico headed east, our direction of travel, as Hubby flew past them going 120. OK. OK. He was going 78.
First, I asked myself how in the heck they got the appliances on top of the car and then I asked myself how long it will be before the car loses this battle.
The partial answer was about three hours later, after we stopped for lunch and continued on the road. We saw the vehicle on the side of the road begging for mercy.
Later, when the liquids from lunch were making our eyeballs float, we stopped at one of our favorite rest stops. One slight problem was this sign:
That's right. I went in to the Ladies' Room and checked all areas of the stall before taking care of business. I'm so glad Cat wasn't with us. He thinks snakes are toys.
For those of you that think that I was actually off on one of my paparazzi trips looking for dirt on fellow bloggers, I now present you with GEEK ON SKIS!
I know you were probably hoping for something a little more sexy. My apologies. Evil Twin insists I wear clothing that keeps her warm when the afternoon winds kick in and freeze chucks of our arse off right there in the snow. I would prefer that the wind freeze chunks of my belly off but apparently, I don't get to choose.
As you can see, New Mexico has plenty of snow. This is a nice scenic overlook but the informational sign is buried. The view is the Santa Fe valley and the Jemez mountains behind me. We are at 11,250 feet.
We had a great time skiing. The sun softened the snow and there was plenty of coverage. There were no yard sales but we wandered off into a windblown, crusted over area of ick in the trees. We got enough of that after a few botched turns and traversed for softer, wider pastures for old people with weary joints that are not interested in becoming one with Tree.
Photo credit: Rattlesnake warning, Anna Markwell from flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar). Reffie attempted to take a photo of the real sign but she must have had a brain fart or something as the photo did not take. Hubby took the ski photo.