Well, enough of Durango.
We’re not actually ready to leave, we’d love another month here, but the job is done and it’s time to move on. Next stop, the front-range for three days of doctors’ appointments. When you schedule all your doctors’ appointments together, it’s amazing how many there are, even when there is nothing wrong (but you’re our age). General practitioner for the annual physical, cardiologist for the annual treadmill torture test, heart scan, mammography, gynecologist, dentist, optometrist, dermatologist, and haircuts. We schedule in two bunches, once in the spring and once in the fall.
It’s a cool clear evening; the moon is almost half full. We used to measure how long we could stay out by whether or not we would be out while the moon was full. It struck me that we have now been out for many moons.
Judy walks everyday with Annie, but that doesn’t feel like as much exercise as she’d like, so she found an alternative. She joined Curves, a national chain of exercise facilities. They have a standardized program, a sequence of exercise machines that you cycle through. Whenever you arrive, you just hop on any machine that is open and complete the circuit in thirty minutes. An aerobic workout, with resistance strength training, all in thirty minutes, done in a pleasant atmosphere for women only. The facilities aren’t very expensive to set up and demand is high, so there are Curves facilities in almost every city we visit. She joined for a year in Steamboat Springs and got twelve travel passes, one for every month. She can use the travel passes anywhere.
Our challenge for the traveling days ahead….. keep Judy sitting down in her chair anytime we’re passing a police officer; at least until the current click-it-or-ticket mania subsides. That’s what the pull-over in Montrose was about; Judy stood up to go check something just as we passed the policeman. Click-it-or-ticket.
