Dakota Ridge

The winter weather hookups.

The external propane tank next to the rig.

The warm water hose, attached to their all-weather faucet. It's a twenty
foot hose section, wrapped with heat tape, encased in foam, wrapped in duct
tape. They leave extra foam sticking out of each end. There is enough
extra foam on the faucet end to wrap around the pressure regulator, then
wrap the whole setup in duct tape. The motorhome has an electrical outlet
in the water utility cabinet. The electrical plug is on that end of the
hose. It all works.

Dakota Ridge

_____________________________________________
From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Saturday, November 27, 2004 5:30 PM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: dakota ridge

A dramatic sunset, followed by a frosty eighteen degree morning.

Dakota Ridge

_____________________________________________
From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Saturday, November 27, 2004 5:28 PM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: dakota ridge

There is another Bounder pusher in the park. It has a customized Bounder
back end.

Las Cruces

We got lucky. Had a nice weather window for the drive north. Two days of
blue sky, sunshine, and progressively cooler weather. A little wind, a few
showers, four hundred miles, no problem. Saw some really big geese flying.
When we got closer, they turned out to be sandhill cranes. A flock of
sandhill cranes flying north, just outside Wagon Mound, New Mexico. Go
figure.

In Santa Fe, we met another kind of mobile service guy. He drives a pickup
truck pulling a fifth wheel and his family. He drives from place to place
drilling, setting charges, then setting them off. It seems there are lots
of mines and projects that need blasters, but don't need them full time.
The itinerant bomber patrols his circuit, showing up when needed, to blow
things up. Then off he goes while they scoop up all the rubble he made,
until the next time they need him. Sounds a lot like what I do.

Rags finally tired of riding in his cat box. Now he's driving from the
captain's chair right behind us.

North on Interstate 25 from Santa Fe to Las Vegas, Wagon Mound, Springer,
and Raton. Into Colorado, through Trinidad, Walsenburg, Pueblo, Colorado
Springs, Castle Rock, glance off the south edge of Denver, and up along the
foothills to Golden.

Home and hooked up in Dakota Ridge by dark. We'll be here for a few weeks.
The usual hookups: electric, water, and dump hose. But there is more. The
external propane tank is attached. The heated winter water hose is hooked
up. We got here just in time for some serious winter weather. There is a
winter storm moving in, with teens, and even some single digits forecast.

Life on the road.

Las Cruces

Santa Fe Skies. Parked at the top of New Mexico.

Las Cruces

Thanksgiving Day. Happy Thanksgiving.

We traveled a little. Left Las Cruces. Drove north, up Interstate 25,
through New Mexico. Truth or Consequences, Socorro, Albuquerque, and
stopped for the night at Santa Fe. 7,000 feet high. Bill may be familiar
with our spot, Santa Fe Skies RV park. Lots of long pull through sites.
WiFi. Snow on the ground.

We've been driving Interstate 10. Now we've switched to Interstate 25. A
one-highway drive back to Colorado from here. Interstate 10 is a trucker's
highway, just like Interstate 40 and Interstate 80. Long, straight, and
fast. Interstate 25 is not. Hardly any trucks. It is still smooth enough
to be fast, though.

Along the way we stopped at Bosque Del Apache National Wildlife Refuge.
Bill sent me an article on it a while back because it is such a good birding
park. We didn't stop to bird today; we stopped to check out the place to
stay here. It's called Birdwatchers RV Park. It's nice enough, and the
park manager was good to talk to. They feed the quail, so the little birds
are all over in the mornings and evenings. We'll definitely stay here when
we get a chance to come back and bird.

We're making a loop this trip: out through Utah, down through Phoenix,
across to New Mexico, and back up to Colorado. We didn't do it on purpose,
but we ended up visiting all four of the North American deserts. The Great
basin, Mojave, Sonoran, and Chihuahan. The Sonoran is our favorite because
it has such diversity of plant and animal life. It is the most beautiful.
Our other favorite is the Chihuahan, because it has the most bird species of
any of our deserts. And the Mojave is our favorite because it is the lowest
and warmest. The Great Basin desert is our favorite because it includes all
the badlands and Canyonlands of Utah.

Stopped early in the day, watched some football, had a very nice
Thanksgiving. Judy prepared the full meal: turkey, stuffing, potatoes,
gravy, cranberries, green beans, Christmas salad, rolls, coffee, and pumpkin
pie for dessert. I have no idea how she did it. We didn't stop for the day
until 2. Then, to complete the tradition, we lit the Christmas lights.

Las Cruces

_____________________________________________
From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Friday, November 26, 2004 7:54 AM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: las cruces

And then.... And then....

We got a great sunset.

Las Cruces

Check out the tow car.

Las Cruces

Annie, dressed for the rough weather outside, a couple days ago, when we
were in rough weather.

Las Cruces

Hacienda RV Park in Las Cruces. It's a nice enough place. It's clean and
new and big. It's a lot like Grizzly RV Park in West Yellowstone, but with
less trees and more gravel. High Desert. Big rig friendly. WiFi. Great
staff. Friendly people.

Las Cruces

Work day. Got my WiFi hookup and work to do on the website. We'll have a
couple more buttons on there soon: "Request a Proposal", and "Why Choose
Us".

The sun came out and Judy did some errands. It's a beautiful blue-sky day.
Calm too. I got a run in the sun today... I mean walk. I got a walk in the
sun.

Larry the mobile RV repair guy here came by and fixed our fresh water pump
for us. We've had more trouble with the fresh water pump. We've replaced
it several times. We replaced it with a really expensive one last time.
The expensive one lasted almost six months. Larry said he replaces a lot
more expensive pumps than cheap ones. We replaced it with a cheap one. It
works great.

Picked up two more jobs at the office today: one in Denver, one in Bailey.
We've scheduled several new road jobs for 2005. We have a job scheduled in
Edwards at the end of January, followed by one in Montrose. Then the Bailey
job. All three of these are new this year. They're doing a good job at the
office following up on inquiries, sending out proposals, and scheduling
jobs.

Annie is starting to look more like Annie. It's been tough ever since the
new groomer carved a schnauzer out of our Cockapoo. The new groomer is now
the used-to-be groomer. The old groomer is a mobile service that came to
our house in Louisville. If she won't come to Golden, we'll go meet her in
the driveway at the house in Louisville.

Las Cruces

We got to sleep to the sound of rain on the roof. We got to wake up to the
sound of birds outside our window. The neighbor on the starboard side has
bird feeders. They've been there for quite a while; the neighbors and the
feeders. This time, we put the binocs next to the bed the night before, so
when the birds went off in the morning we could just lift up and look at
them. Tons of birds. Mixed in with all the other birds, we saw another
unusual one. Acutally, two unusual ones. We saw the Bendire's thrasher
again. They're shy and secretive compared to the curve-billed thrasher, and
the Abert's Towhee. We've only seen him once before. And more of my
favorite: the little chuckling clucking gamble's quail scratching about on
the ground. I don't get tired of listening to them nurdling.

Another day in the rain. We decided it would be a good day to drive, so we
could be stopped somewhere when the sun comes back out. We drove east
underneath the weather. It didn't change all day. If you drive from east
to west, you drive through the systems moving west to east. The weather
changes every day. You drive west to east, and the weather doesn't change.
We're still in Arizona, south and east from where we were. South on
Interstate 17 through Phoenix, then east on Interstate 10 through Casa
Grande, Tucson, Benson, and stopped for the night in Willcox. Stopped for
the night in Willcox? Limped into Willcox. We picked up fuel in Casa
Grande. A lot of fuel. Seventy gallons from a truck stop. It wasn't long
before the sputtering started. But we didn't know it was fuel. We just
knew it was sputtering.

We pull over and shut it off. We wait. We start again. It's better.
Seventy miles an hour. Then it starts slowing down. It's losing power.
Then it starts sputtering. It goes slower. I put the flashers on. It
starts blowing black smoke. I pull over and wait. It gets better.....

Judy called ahead to a Freightliner mechanic in Willcox. He has helped ten
RVrs in the last two weeks. They all tanked up at the same truck stop.
Rubble in the tank. Now it's in our tank. Our fuel filter is blocked. He
needs to change it. We need to burn up the rest of this fuel and get some
good stuff. Guess stuff happens. Life on the road.

Judy is awesome. Two weeks ago, she was in surgery. One week ago she could
barely move. Today. She is still sore and gets tired easily, but she can
get up and down by herself, climb and descend the motorhome stairs without
assistance, and even reach above her head to get stuff out of cabinets.
Yesterday, we shared a laugh. A really big laugh. It takes a lot of
abdominal muscles to laugh. We've snickered a little. We've started to
laugh, then groaned instead. But last night, we shared a guffaw. It hurt a
little, but it had to happen.

Las Cruces

More rain. A visit to Tony the Freightliner mechanic. It took about an
hour for him to rinse everything out and put in a new filter, while
explaining it all to us. We got a lot of valuable conversation out of that
exchange. We're always interested in learning more about what we're doing.

Speaking of learning more about what we're doing.... We've been motor
homing for years. We know a lot about motor homing. But know what? There
is a lot more to learn about full-timing. Full-timing in cold weather, you
have to know how to hook in an external propane tank so you don't have to
move the motorhome every two weeks to refill the on-board tank. And then,
you have to know how to tell when that 100 pound external tank is running
low so you can get it refilled without it running dry overnight on a really
cold night. You have to know whether you can leave the dump hose connected
in really cold weather. You have to get a heated fresh water hose so you
can still have full hookups even in weather below freezing. You have to
know what to do for an address and how you're going to get your mail. You
have to know where to vote. You have to figure out what to do about a
telephone number. You have to decide where to register your motorhome for
license plates. Your home address matters a lot for filing income taxes,
paying property taxes, and paying sales tax if you buy a new rig. You have
to know what to do when the shop needs to keep your RV for several days when
they work on it. You just gave up your house. There is a lot to know.
We're still finding out how much we don't know yet.

Anyway, Tony was the greatest, and we're happily on the road again. This
new fuel filter may not handle all of the rest of the junk in our tank. We
may have to stop and do this again. Just in case, we bought two more fuel
filters to carry with us. If I need to, I can stop and change it myself.

There really isn't much to go wrong with this diesel motor. It is so
simple. It looks like an old Chevy in-line six-cylinder engine from the
fifties, except it's a little bigger. It doesn't look like these new fancy
car engines with all the stuff crammed in together under the hood. It's
just a simple old six-cylinder engine with an alternator and a radiator.
And a turbocharger.

We drove to Las Cruces, New Mexico. Here we are on the Las Cruces trip, and
we finally made it to Las Cruces! Cold and rainy all day. When the clouds
lifted, we could see the snow on the mountains just a few hundred feet
higher than us. Cold rainy and windy when we got here. The weather was so
bad, I had to put on long pants.

Las Cruces

Work occupies my thoughts and my time. Revise and update the Colorado
mailing list. Done. Complete the New Mexico mailing list in preparation
for my approval to practice there. Done. Revise the flyer for the December
mailing. Done. Make a few more changes to the web site. Do the annual
reviews. Finalize the 2004 projections so I can do the 2005 projections. A
staffing change in Denver. Take some on-line CPE... I'm not done yet.

Did I mention the website lately? It's still in process; a good one
probably always is; but we're getting a lot of information there. Check it
out: http://www.taylorandcompany.net/ <http://www.taylorandcompany.net/>.

My daily run has degenerated to a walk. A sharp pain under my right kneecap
won't let me run downhill at all. If I run until it hurts, then try to
walk, it still hurts. If I just do an exercise walk, it doesn't hurt much.
After all the running and racquetball, though, it's hard to consider walking
exercise. But if I don't consider walking exercise, that means I'm not
exercising any more. I have no choice but to change the rules and declare
victory. Walking is exercise. Maybe if I'm nice to my knee for a while, it
will get better by itself.

Last trip I mentioned that I was reading a book called "The Big Year". It's
about listing how many birds you can see in North America in one calendar
year. It's a 2004 book about the 1998 big year. The story is now complete,
and I'm happy to report that the 1998 big year destroyed the old record of
721 with an astonishing total of 745 birds. In 1953 the record was 572. In
1955 it was 598. 1971 626. 1973 669. 1979 699. 1983 711. And 1987 721.
You have to see all the regular North American birds, then you have to have
a particularly bad weather year that blows in accidentals from Siberia and
pushes South American birds up across the border. 1998. A particularly bad
weather year. 721. A record that will never be broken......

Las Cruces

A photo from the Shockley side of the family: John Jacobs, Judy's nephew,
being interviewed by journalists in Fallujah.

Las Cruces

Moved a little. Different place. Still north of Phoenix. New River
Arizona. More of the same.... Only different.

Still in the desert. Warm weather. Cooler weather. Sunshine. Clouds.

Even more birds here. More of the same: little doves, big doves, quail,
house finches, hummingbirds, cardinals, cactus wrens, curve billed
thrashers, ravens, white crowned sparrows. And different birds too.
Verdin. We've only seen it once before. It is a little desert bird. Tiny
like a hummingbird, but it is not a hummingbird. We saw it on a hummingbird
feeder here though. Lesser goldfinches. Black throated sparrows. We've
only seen them once before too, but here they are all over. Gila
woodpeckers. A ladder back woodpecker. And a new one on the life list.
Bendire's thrasher. Like the curve bill, but shorter and less curved. And
the eye is more yellow. 332 on the life list.

A coyote symphony. A flashing crashing desert thunderstorm in the predawn
darkness. Pounding rain. Hail.

After, a hundred birds feeding on the ground and suddenly there are none. A
dark silhouette drifts by overhead. Gradually, the birds return.

A walk through the desert brush. Saguaro, cholla, prickly pear, ocotillo,
palo verde, and creosote. The quail chuckle their little alarm call and
scurry across the trail to safety. The ones on the left side of the trail
go right. The ones on the right go left.

Light rain. Heavy rain. Light rain again.

Bronco's Football. Go Broncos! Seven and three.

Las Cruces

_____________________________________________
From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Tuesday, November 23, 2004 3:08 PM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: las cruces

And a blast from the past. The tear drop.

This one is in pretty good shape. People still use them.

Las Cruces

The desert garden in the dry wash.

Las Cruces

The perfect desert set up.

A permanent patio. A sun-shade for the motorhome. A parking spot for the
car. A shed.

No unnecessary buildings. Just pull in. Pull out.

Las Cruces

Got another visit with David and Nina. Drove into town and hung out at the
apartment building, Pebble Run, with them. Nice place. The old unoccupied
units are gross, but they refurbish each unit as it vacates. The cleaned up
units are very friendly and comfortable. They seem so familiar. I
delivered newspapers every morning to places just like this. One-story
buildings on each side. Two story in the back. Courtyard enclosed on three
sides. Palm trees. Side walks. Bushes. Patio. Not scary at all. Judy
and I would have been delighted to find an apartment this nice we could
afford back when we were living in apartments.

Judy still poops out early in the day, but she continues to improve. It
should be weeks before she has all her energy back.

Las Cruces

Grand Junction was nice but it was only 55 degrees. We're searching for 75.
South. Down the eastern border of Utah. Past David's turnoffs to his
favorite hiking places. Past Tom's Wilson Arch. Past the campground at
Monument Valley. Stopped for the night at Tuba City. Fifty-five degrees.
A clear starry night.

Las Cruces

Found a guy to wash and wax the Bounder. Here it is, all cleaned up,
shining in the sun.

Las Cruces

Next day. South again. Through the high Arizona desert. Climb the hill
past Sunset Crater. Topping out at Flagstaff. Seven thousand feet. Down
Interstate 17. Downhill to Phoenix. Pioneer RV Resort on the north side.
Seventy-five degrees. Just right.

Called brother David. He is here in Phoenix working on his property. We
got to spend the evening with David and Nina. Nice visit. Caught a desert
sunset.

It's a very birdy place here. There are a few birds around where we're
parked. But a five minute walk away, in the arroyo, is a garden. A garden
of native plants. And native birds. Doves by the hundreds. Inca doves are
quiet when they take off. Mourning doves' wings chirp when they fly off.
Hundreds of Gamble's quail with their little thundering wings when they
flush. Hummingbirds. Ravens. A curve-billed thrasher. Goldfinches.
Cactus Wrens. White-crowned sparrows. Cardinals. A canyon towhee.

Las Cruces

The morning fog over the lake at the Colorado River State Park.

It was foggy all along the river and clear everywhere else. We drove in and
out of the fog as we crossed back and forth over the river.

Las Cruces

Leaving Colorado.

Las Cruces

Well, we've been in Golden for two weeks now. Judy is well enough to
travel, so we'll head south to somewhere warmer to continue the
convalescing. Las Cruces New Mexico would be nice. It's straight down the
interstate, right before the Mexico border.

Okay. So much for heading south. There is a winter storm going on in New
Mexico. We went west. Got as far as our favorite Colorado River State Park
outside Grand Junction. Two hundred fifty miles. It's sunny and warm here.
A good place to spend the night.

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Oops. That was a contribution from Rags. Unedited.

Rags the cat. His job is to be big and limp. Here he is doing his job.

Dakota Ridge

Sunday. Football. Laundry.

Judy's recovery is progressing nicely. For the first couple days I hung
around and got stuff for her. Now she's ambulatory again so I don't have to
be as nice to her. I didn't do the laundry while she was recovering, so it
stacked up.

Today, she feels well enough to take the pile down to the clubhouse laundry.
Actually, I took both her and the laundry down to the clubhouse and left
them there. Wait. It's not like it was not her idea in the first place. I
didn't exile her to the Laundromat. I even went back down there to move the
wet clothes from the washer to the dryer for her, and to help her fold them.

Anyway, I stayed here to watch football and work a little. Sitting here
quietly, I heard a thump on the outside of the motorhome. It sounded like a
cabinet door closing. I got up and went outside to look around. Nothing.
I went back to work. Half an hour later, Rags called. From inside the
clothes hamper in the bedroom. The thump was not from outside, it was from
inside. We have this neat tilt out clothes hamper cabinet in the bedroom.
It's the perfect cat trap. It's perfect, because it has worked before, and
it continues to work. If you leave it open, the weight of the cat will
close it. Cat inside.

It has been cold, windy, rainy, and snowy here. We're considering sliding
south for a while to recuperate in the sun.

Dakota Ridge

There is big, then there is really big.

The big Monaco across the way pulled out and the Prevost pulled in. The
license plate says "ruffinit". The plate on the hummer says "instyle". The
giant box trailer painted to match, that the Hummer rides in, is parked down
by the office.

This is the rig everyone looks at and rolls their eyes as they go by.

Dakota Ridge

Another satisfied Dutch Star owner.

I ran across that guy in Durango last year who had a shiny new motorhome he
hated. I was surprised to find out you can have a big expensive motorhome
and not like it. Now when I talk to people, I always ask how they like
their coach.

Bounder owners are a loyal group. It is notable that every single Dutch
Star owner we've talked to is happy with their rig.

Health update

Had the follow-up visit with the physician. Here is the situation.

My condition is described as "extensive calcified arteriosclerosis. At
least one significant fixed coronary narrowing may be present. The overall
risk of a cardiovascular event is very much higher than average."

If left untreated, we could expect 50% of people with this condition to have
a heart attack within the next ten years. My risk can be lowered
substantially with therapy.

My heart scan results warranted a phone call from the cardiologist at the
heart imaging to my primary physician. His recommended therapy is to take
an aspirin a day, take a statin drug until my LDL is down from 160 to under
70, continue current diet and exercise, and take another thallium stress
test every year or two to monitor function. Dr Becky and I concur. I can
do that.

If function becomes impaired, and we spot it, they can go in through the
groin with an angioplasty procedure to open up blood vessels and even put in
stents to keep them open if necessary. It sounds like if we pay the right
amount of attention to this we can keep the risk of heart attack relatively
low, make minor repairs as required, and maybe even avoid bypass surgery
altogether. That doesn't suck too much.

Not a discouraging situation at all.

Avista Hospital

Monday.

Surgery day. Judy still had ovaries. Until today.

It was supposed to be simple. Judy is okay, but it wasn't that simple. It
was supposed to be done arthroscopically, but the parts didn't want to come
apart, so they had to use the knife. It was supposed to be outpatient
surgery, but it required more than that. They'll keep her for a while.

Everything came out that was supposed to come out. The recovery will just
be a little longer than we were expecting.

Avista

Tuesday. Update.

Judy is alive and well. Significantly better than last night. She finally
shook the anesthetic and woke up..... and demanded to go home. She
persisted. They relented. She's home on the couch. I'm everywhere else
fetching things for her.

All is as it should be.

Dakota Ridge

Little did we suspect that Annie's new groomer in Golden was ex-military.

Dakota Ridge

The pets listen carefully while Judy explains our new life to them.

Halloween

Halloween involved Taylor, a brownie; Tony, Huck Finn; Teigan, Robin Hood;
and Alex, the lion. From his chair, Brian oversaw it all.

Dakota Ridge

Side by side Monacos.

Both these guys were staying at this park. Both drive Monacos. They got to
talking. One was looking to trade up to something bigger than his 38
footer. The other was looking for something smaller than his 45 footer.

The result: they're exchanging motorhomes, trailers, tow cars, cash, and
some other stuff. They just stumbled into each other and it all worked out.

Football

Not even Annie's Elway jersey has been able to help the Broncos the last
couple weeks.

Dakota Ridge

I've mentioned we moved here in a storm. Judy decided Annie needed
protection from the snow while she walked outside.

Annie was okay with the jacket, but I'm attaching a picture of her,
paralyzed by her new Mutt-luks.

Annie didn't immediately think it was quite as good an idea as Judy did.
Ultimately, she did discover she could still walk and bounded off through
the snow, returning with considerably fewer ice clumps than she had on
previous ventures. The Mutt-luks worked.

Dakota Ridge

There were some sad moments leaving the house.

Before we left, we finally put Buck out. We've had him in a can for about
four years now. We just weren't ready to let him go. We sprinkled his
ashes along the fence around the yard where he used to run. In fact, we
gave him one last lap all the way around the house.

We had to say goodbye to neighbors we've visited with every day for years.
Judy had to tell the folks at Balfour we're leaving. It was tough when
Becky and Matt came by for a last visit, all of us together. This is the
only family home either kid remembers.

But altogether, we're delighted to move on to the next part of our lives.
Thirty years in the house, but we had to leave sometime. One way or
another.

We stayed through Halloween to give out candy to the neighborhood. It
snowed. We stayed in the driveway overnight and took down the Halloween
decorations the next morning.

Now we're here.

Rags has made his escape already. Judy was working around the house. It
was warm, so she had the door and windows open. Of course she was careful
to keep the screen door closed so Rags wouldn't get out. She heard him
crying but couldn't locate him. He was crying from the outside. The screen
door was closed. He couldn't get back in. He was through with his
adventure and was asking to come back inside so he could go to the bathroom
in the cat box.

Dakota Ridge

Wow! That was a treat! A pack of howling coyotes on the ridge right
outside our window last night. Very close. We'll be very careful with
Annie.

Last trip, we met up with Tom and Kathy in Utah. While we were each
barbecuing dinner, Tom pulls out the thermo-fork. "Is the chicken done?"
"I don't know. Stick the thermo-fork in it!" It reads out the temperature
of whatever you stick the fork in. Digital. How cool. I love the
thermo-fork. You can tell when the meat on the grill is just like you want
it. I had to get one. We only had to buy one. We only have one house now.

And you know what else? It can tell you the bath temperature before you get
in the water too. Course that doesn't matter anymore since we only have one
house now, and it doesn't have a bathtub.

Dakota Ridge

Star Date 110104

Remember how I said we weren't going on any more trips this year? Things
change. Got a job in Trinidad, Colorado, right on the southern border.
Last trip we finished with a Habitat for Humanity. This trip we get to do a
YMCA. A small one.

Oops. Things change. The Trinidad job didn't happen.

Remember how I said the guy next door wanted to rent our house? Road
Trip!!!

We rented the house to Dan next door. We moved into the motorhome. For
years we've been talking about living and traveling in the motorhome. We're
really going to do it. We've committed to a year. One year, nonstop, in
the motorhome. We've traded in our real-estate for wheel-estate. We are
now officially Full-Timers. Can you believe that? Full-Timers.

We don't have any rural Colorado jobs going on right now, so we're plugged
in to Dakota Ridge RV Park in Golden. No changes otherwise. Same work.
Same play. We can go to Texas in January. We'll go anywhere in Colorado to
do Mobile Office jobs. Maybe we can expand outside Colorado too. Pursuing
that.

New phone number, Judy's cell: 303-726-5551.
New address: PO Box 156, Lafayette, CO 80026-8016.

It was a cold snowy day today but we moved anyway. No problem. We're set
up safe and warm.