Well, here I am in Santa Fe - my new home. The Grams said that it was in the mountains; which appeals to me since I am a mountain gorilla. However, she failed to mention that it was the mountains in a high desert. Harumph! She insists that all will be well once I have a banana dacquiri in hand and i'm watching the sun setting on the Sandias and Ortiz mountains. We'll see.
The trip here was wild and wooly. First, there was the Mojave. Fortunately, not too hot but boy is it big! And flat! and wide! did that all in one day. Kingman AZ was quite nice. Then it was on to Gallup. The less said about the experience there, the better. We were right next to the railroad tracks. That with the broken sliding glass door, the lack of space and the inhospitable hotelier . . . well, let's move on. Just beware: don't let the Grams book your room.
The winds picked up this morning on I 40. Now, we're pulling a sailboat with a cover. You're getting the picture, right? There we were out on the highway rigging up bungies so the whole darn thing didn't fly off (and us with it).
We reached Santa Fe by noon but can't check in until 4 pm. So, here we sit in the lobby. Waiting. Fortunately, it's very comfortable. It's warm in the lobby and they have complimentary hot chocolate. So, all in all, not too bad. Got to admit (but don't tell the Grams) that sky here is amazing.
moochas smoochas,
Gweeds
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