You Please Close Gate. Yah!
So, I had in mind to go to the Taos steppe, but a little voice said, "That's a bit too far north; it's still winter up there." So, after passing through Española when I saw the sign for Abiquiu I made a u-turn and went. It was only a few miles over to the other highway and soon I was in the land of Georgia O'Keefe. Pedernal, the prominent peak in the area, has a pretty ring of snow around its neck and the Jemez mountains -- on the distant horizon the south -- are snow-capped. If you look closely at the image below, you can (barely) see 'em.
Last Fall I had difficulty breathing at 6,800 feet of elevation. This patch of snow was somewhere around 7,500+ and thanks to the meds, I'm doing okay. I wasn't gonna run anywhere, but I could walk a bit. It's interesting watching one's self adapt to the limitations; it taking some head-work to accept that I can't run anymore.
I remember a conversation several years ago with a guy whose comment on my lifestyle was, "You must not have any health issues." At the time I didn't. Now I know what he was saying. I have to be back Monday to meet with the eye doc on Tuesday...about the hole in my left cornea.
Blah, blah, blah. It's a blog...a web log. A handy reminder. Not for your "reading pleasure."
North to the Taos steppe. It covers a goodly portion of the area on either side of the Rio Grande Gorge and west therof.
It's gentle undulations are unattractive to the hoi-polloi, thus providing, mostly, the thousands of acres to me.
I'll return the 12th to attend an eye appointment of Tuesday the 13th. That gives me a full week of R & R.
The hole in the cornea of the left eye is taking its sweet time scarring over, but it's happening. Dr. Davis is the head of the Fellowship training program (scroll down) for cornea transplants and related surgeries and he "gets" the trip: intermittent micro-doses of LSD along with regular doses -- every two hours -- of opthalmic antibiotic followed by fake tears.
Excerpted from Wiki: According to Suetonius (Roman historian), Caesar uttered the famous phrase alea iacta est ("the die is cast"). The phrase "crossing the Rubicon" has survived to refer to any individual or group committing itself irrevocably to a risky or revolutionary course of action, similar to the modern phrase "passing the point of no return." Caesar's decision for swift action forced Pompey, the consuls and a large part of the Roman Senate to flee Rome in fear. Caesar's subsequent victory in Caesar's civil war ensured that punishment for the infraction would never be rendered. This took place during the time of the Roman Republic.
Xrossing The Rubicon
The Rubicon is also a 4wd trail in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Renowned as challenging, Jeep (now owned by Stellantis N.V. and headquartered in Amsterdam, the Netherlands) as a marketing ploy, named a version of its Wrangler Rubicon.
The Rubicon Trail
Donchyuh jus' LUV drivin' more than ennythin' else in duh woild?
Below is the email I received from Richard Avocet. I placed an order this morning, 31, March, 2021.
Some things about placing an order...
Once you've added the item to your cart it's necessary to click on the cart -- in the upper right of the page -- to continue to the payment section.
When filling in your phone number on the first "page," don't put hyphens between the numbers. If you do, you'll see a message saying "REQUIRED FIELD."
Perhaps it's because I'm in New Mexico, but there was only one shipping option: DHL. It costs $49.95.
The payment section for shipping would not accept my Mastercard and I had to use Paypal.
The same thing happened when I tried to pay for the cartridge, the program would not accept my Mastercard; VISA went through.
Below is Richard's email message...