In our last post, Mom said the Safari sounded scary. In fact, the Safari was the best and most beautiful motel we stayed in. I stretched Very Long on a very comfortable bed. This is us the next morning before heading out. It's a very pretty place.Today was fewer hours and miles than yesterday (which was 900 miles!). Our first stop was with Dad's agent for his book ("They Were Fire," www.AKALiterary.com) in Colorado Springs. They did a lot of chatting outside a Starbucks. They all seem to have come to some decisions, apparently all good.
Then we drove for about seven hours down through some country which, Dad tells me, is some of the most beautiful high rangeland in the world. At that point, after 2500 miles, I could've cared less.
Anway, we got to our casita in New Mexico, and Dad had a few nail-biting minutes when he wasn't sure if he knew how to get the solar panels and the well going again, but he did, and they are, and really at this point after 2600 miles all I want to do is go to sleep.
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