Make of it what you will.
They threw away super excited guy!
Sunset for the extra point.
See, it’s funny now, when it isn’t Christmas and it is over 80 degrees in San Diego.
You better be yawning.
Super excited to have finally planted wildflowers in my multi-level planter.
In fact, I might have been too excited.
I got a little carried away with the seeds. It is a jungle out there.
Animal tracks in the snow. I think that is a bunny.
Bird tracks in the sand. Is it just me, or does that middle one look like it is raised out of the sand instead of sunk into it???
I guess that was a bird?
I know that was a bird.
And that was obviously a bird.
And I am 100% sure that is a bird because I flipped it. Yes, I gave the finger and then stuck my hand in the snow. I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention.
Water working on sandstone over a very long time.
That looks like it was caused by dripping water, but there was nothing above that.
It looks like it was formed by waves.
I really don’t get how hollows form underneath like that, but I guess the sandstone was softer there, and wind helped the water?
That must be it.
A slightly darker strata of rock at a weird angle.
But life happens, even in the harshest desert.
It somehow holds on.
Through the heat and the cold.
We finish this series with our very own Jimmy the crack squirrel, who lives in my head, singing; Feel Like Makin’ Love, I’m In The Mood For Love, It Had To Be You, My Girl, and Signed Sealed And Delivered.
This time we feature Mr. Grim Reaper, doing his stirring renditions of I Will Always Love You, Love Me Tender, Afternoon Delight, At Last, and When A Man Loves A Woman.
This episode features Mr. Hootenanny P. Flubberbiscuits, owner and general manager of Hootenanny P. Flubberbiscuits Inc., makers of the flakiest, tastiest biscuits in town, doing Whole Lotta Love, Strangers In The Night, Everybody Loves Somebody, I just Called To Say I Love You, and This Magic Moment.
No, really, that is me a few days ago, and I was indeed standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, after getting some gas. See, I took a different route back to San Diego from New Mexico.
And I got some great photos. No, that isn’t the weird holes in the desert I was talking about, although you can see a few of them around that big hole.
We had some fun decorating cookies, because not only did one of my daughters start nursing college, the other one had a birthday.
Now, those are the weird holes I was talking about. There were thousands of them, in these cool sandstone formations at a rest area near Winslow. I plan to do some posts about them later, and maybe Photoshop some weird stuff with them.
Tell me that isn’t a lonely snowman.
And tell me that T-Rex in Gila Bend isn’t upset about the soaring gasoline prices. Just so you know, Gila is pronounced ‘heella’, like in the gilla monsters.
See, wild asses… or are they donkeys… or burros???… near Phoenix.
Yup, yet another lonely snowman.
Fun with cacti? You bet.
Wait… is the whole mountain private property? Flagstaff Arizona, where I stayed the night.
Arizona, the land of the big sky and the big cacti.
No, it isn’t the last photos of snow…
And it isn’t the last pictures of horses… wait… does this horse make me look fat???
It’s snowing… just the right amount!
But I am going to give you a snow and horse break, and show some random photos in some random posts about the last two days of my latest adventure.
And let’s face it. Random is what I do best… wait… what is going on with my eyebrows???
My kid, who is going to be a nurse.
It’s a bush… or a fancy dessert.
Remember, I am the guy who perfected taking selfies while riding a horse, way back in the posts about our second honeymoon on Maui.
That is the perfect amount of snow to be on a car.
Did I mention that we rode horses right by the Rio Grande river?
Did I mention that the snow was fluffy and sparkly?
Ride ’em, cowboys… uh… cowpeople?
You might have noticed that this series of posts has started over with number 1. And I changed the title from ‘what a long strange trip it’s being’ to ‘what a long strange trip it’s been’. Because I am home now.
Bonus points if you recognized the title from a line in a Grateful Dead song.
Yes, I am back in San Diego, but just to warn you, I just download 346 photos I took on the two-day drive back home.
And I am not even done posting the photos I downloaded in New Mexico. Ha!
No, I am not going to make you look at that many photos. I wouldn’t do that to you.
I will probably delete 60 or 80 of the worst photos. Ice crystals on the front windshield of my car. They look like little snowflakes!
We got to know the ranch dogs before we got to know the horses.
A dusting of snow on bricks.
Mollie and Ben. Love and horses.
Also, I will go back to doing some weird posts in between the trip pictures.
And some of the photos I took on the way home will be weird…
So, uh, see you around?
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