Day officially canceled

WOW this hurts. Drinking at altitude sucks. We’re not doing Sunday. We’re getting the dog back and then returning to bed.
Tomorrow we’ll start early on a very very long drive. One of the paintings I saw in Madrid was of this stunning ruins in the middle of the New Mexico dessert. We intend to find it. I can’t tell you how much we’re looking forward to getting out of cities again. We’re done with hotels. We need to camp.

Oh and just for a bit of light relief - Deanna has cruelly FORCED me to grow a goatie. It looks stupid. Here it is on the last day of its life. I’m shaving it off tomorrow. It itches.
The Love Bus is standing at 2585.