I don’t think the last weather report I sent from Santa Fe was clear. I wasn’t reporting that we were going to get snow here; the snow was all going to be in Colorado. And it was. We sat in breezy sunshine Sunday while our family in Denver watched fat snowflakes fall. It got cold here and threatened to precipitate, but nothing much happened. We woke to clear skies; some snow on the surrounding mountains. Now that the wind has let up, the cold doesn’t even feel that cold.
Brother David wonders about the swirly camouflage painting on the side of our rig. He wonders if it works. Well, let’s see. Can you spot the motorhome in this picture?
Or should we, as David suggests, pull it into a slot canyon and watch it disappear against the background?
