On my way out of town, the thought occurred to see if Tony Tomei, master rebuilder of accordions, was still alive. When we'd last spoken, about two years ago, he'd recently had heart bypass surgery and didn't sound as if he was gonna make it.
After a complimentary lesson of an hour and twenty minutes, getting my new beginners' book on how to play signed, I strolled out to Phoebe with this splendid Italian-made Continental (with a case) tucked under my arm.
RaaaaWWWWRRRR!!!
The plan was to spend the two weeks before the urology appointment going over the mountain from Jemez Springs to Los Alamos, down the other side to Espanola and thence to Taos...and back. But the Santa Fe Forest was closed due to the extreme fire danger.
Having gotten to Jemez Springs before discovering the forest was closed and it being too far to go back, I continued on toward Los Alamos.
As I went past I noticed the "teeth."
Unsure of what I'd seen, I made a u-ee....and discovered.
The wind was blowing sumpin' fierce when I heard a crash. I pulled over and noticed the rope that holds the for'ard boxes on the roofrack was loose. I cinched it and went on. The next morning when I went to make breakfast, I discovered the stove was missing.
WHY did it not occur to me the crash was the sound of the stove ending its flight?
Adaptation is the word for the times. My backpacking stove means the toast'll be cold by the time the eggs are poached.
It could be worse. And it probably won't be long.
It was out in the wilds somewhere where there was a place with the same name as several others ...Loon Lake or some such.
He was complaining about how annoying it is to discover there's a Loon Lake around every corner....and god nose where else.
But these are completely different from the Sawteeth in Idaho.
Yuh gotta get yer steps in in the morning cuz by 10a.m. it's too hot to do more than lie around waiting for the heat to abate. Then you get an hour of spectacle.
Morning light
