It started a week ago. And more dust than rain at sunset.
Friday night got busy
It started a week ago. And more dust than rain at sunset.
Good company and rain for dinner at my stepsister’s house, the one she built herself.
Microbursts from fleeting early summer storms blasted us with 55 mph gusts. Cowboy and I were feeling low. I took refuge in Longmire, Las Vegas and the Valles Caldera, cool trucks on the screen and Cowboy by my side. “Transcendental Blues” plays in the opening scenes.
Even a little moisture in New Mexico comes with big announcements. And the next day, we start all over again.
(Click to open photos) Morning arrived bright and clear. We had breakfast and prepared for the day. Things started to change. Glad I washed the windows Friday night.
Without radar, mountain reading is a challenging pastime. Here is October 9. But upon inspection of photos, maybe all I’m looking at is continuation of monsoonal flow from the south that first showed up in my neck of the woods on June 17.
The black-and-white broadside of a paint horse on a hillside at least a half-mile away drew me out of bed this morning. The news from the Sangre de Cristos and Jemez was not good after Earth Day wind, fire and dust violence, but we seemed to luck out near the Sandia mountain. The Calf Canyon …
Well scare turned out to be just a bad pump. Some hope for snow in the forecast later this week. Most of the rest of the news not good but we took a day off.
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