…well we can always hope.  At any rate we successfully made it up past Standing Rock to Fossil

Hill while L. made her last trip to the Farmer’s Mkt. to bring home the goat cheese and chili

bread in time for lunch after which it was discovered that our long-hoarded potatoes had evolved to a state of inedible toxicity. Oh well.

Therapeutic daily hill climbs continued and we were additionally blessed with lunches out

until Sunday which

saw a most enjoyable visit to Mountain Water where their most extraordinary friends from Nebraska were there with their equally extraordinaryfriends**[from Nebraska] for dinner

with the extraordinary people already in residence along with our dear near neighbor

Mary Ann, she of the eccentric terrierists and close to self-sufficient high altitude garden.

After that we had barely time to prepare [let alone recover] for the imminent

arrival of Kirk and Brenda*** with whom we then had not only the Usual Lunch but an orientation [Brenda here for the very first time] walk up Oyster Hill before dinner

of Albuquerque Tamales.

Tuesday we all visited the library to deposit redundant books on

our way up the creek,

just like last week but with more photos and even

further…

The lunchtime surprise was a modest blizzard [followed by Universal Collapse] followed by

pasta with shrimps followed by mellow time by the fire and then

next morning it was sort of like the snow’d never happened so

they bundled up, unravelled their car

and were on their way to Chama via the Sand Dunes having much enjoyed [or so they said] the

“rustic hospitality”.  As for us, we went to the tank to fill from the creek which ended up taking

…whoa!, twenty three hours.  Kind of a new record, but another item Checked Off the List, at least by Thursday morning.  Next up a last visit to Dental in Pueblo, oh…

 

*A painter called Louis Fontino in Art in America commenting on Jasper Johns, but a consummation devoutly to be wished disirregardless, eh?

**Some of those links may be a bit tangential, but they give a sense…

***My brother and his wife, touring the West and friends from El Granada to Denver, many points in between, and back.