Departing ABQ

Although it's a ritual to note the stochastics, my purpose has been -- all along -- a crutch for my failing memory...a handy reference as it were.



It's been a more-pleasant-than-usual visit. Ms. Cook is lovely as ever, and the three days at Cabezon were Tony-the-tiger GRREEEEAAAT!

Debate continues over The Netherlands for psilocybin to clear the cobwebs; Baja, Mexico to weather the weather, or Portugal and parts south for pure adventure.

It's nearing 9:00 a.m. and I could use a naaaaap.

The Last of Its Kind
Nearing the Foothills of the Sandias

The hump at the horizon with the two twigs in it is Mount Taylor, one of four of The Puebloans' sacred markers. The San Francisco Peaks at Flagstaff are the West marker.