Sunday, June 22, 2008

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.