Two thousand four hundred eighty-five miles later we are home! It is early Monday afternoon. The computer didn't recognize me at first, so didn't want to speak. I finally convinced him/her it was really the Loose Muse.
I am not reporting on birds today. I still need to do some tallying of what we saw. It wasn't great in numbers but in other ways was quite exciting.
The Lord watched over we six older persons and kept us safe and reasonably healthy. I have a cut on my arm from a cantina altercation in Juarez. (Don't you expect to hear stuff like that? It was a sharp screen door corner at the Box's cabin in Portal. I did it twice! It LOOKS like something from a knife fight.) I also had a confrontation with a very angry rattlesnake who did NOT want to pose for pictures. He wanted to hurt someone and I was closest to him. He did not get me. Something much smaller did! I have at least 150 Red Bug bites. (Chiggers to you common folk). I would gladly take on the rattler and rid myself of these guys. Ann has some also, but they aren't biting her! Life just isn't fair. I handled the altitude very well. Thank the Lord for that. Ann was able to do more walking and climbing than she had done. I think it was good for her.
Passed through Tombstone yesterday morning. Too early for the gunfight show. We got gas at a station near Boot Hill. They charge to visit Boot Hill. It used to only cost a lead slug. I am not dying to see that place.
We saw no wrecks happen but two that had just happened. One was a small RV being pulled by a red truck. It was in tiny pieces. The other was a jeep that left a mountain road at a very bad place. Killed two and injured two others.
The biggest rip-off in gasoline? There were two. One was Rodeo, New Mexico, where we paid more than $3.00 a gallon for gasoline. It was understandable because of their location and there being no other gasoline pumps within fifty miles. The other place where we bought $3.00 gasoline was Fort Stockton, Texas. They have no excuse. I don't know why the locals tolerate that kind of rip-off. The rest of our trip was forty-fifty cents a gallon less.
It was a very good trip. The wonderful traveling companions made it so. The weather was cooler by far than what we found in Rockport today! Nights in the sixties and most days in the high eighties or low nineties. Enough for now. I have a good tale or two.
