Finally
I know some of you doubted whether I would ever get back on the road again, but today, all the doubters were proven wrong as I pulled into the Walmart parking lot in Trinidad, Colorado. This was the first stop on my way to the warm deserts of Arizona, where snow is as rare as a turtle stampede, and the warm days slowly slide by like a Spring day in Georgia.
But being on the road has its downside. It’s always tough to say goodbye to my family; they do so much for me that I never know what to say. It may have something to do with my childhood and my Air Force dad always leaving and going TDY somewhere for a week or a month. He was always saying goodbye, which always hurt, so maybe it hurts me to say goodbye, and yet I live a lifestyle that requires it… I’m kind of stuck.
This first day was about a three-hour drive, which, of course, was easy, which is how I like it, especially when I'm not used to driving long distances. I choose to take it easy on the road until I get used to it again, and that includes getting to Storrie Lake State Park in Las Vegas, New Mexico, where I will spend a few days adjusting to my lifestyle of traveling and mostly boondocking.
I should be in Las Vegas, New Mexico, tomorrow before lunch. One of the things that bugs me about being in Las Vegas, New Mexico, is I always have to say I am in "Las Vegas, New Mexico" instead of just saying I'm in Las Vegas. It's pretty obvious why I have to do that since Las Vegas, Nevada, is known worldwide, and Las Vegas, New Mexico, is barely known in New Mexico. But since I don't plan on going to Las Vegas, Nevada anytime soon, and I'm going to be in Las Vegas, New Mexico, for a while, I humbly ask your indulgence that I be allowed to say Las Vegas instead of writing out the name of the state every time I mention where I'm at. It will make writing my blog so much easier, and as you know, I'm all about making things easier on myself.
Theboondork
My granddaughter bundled up and playing in the snow.
Driving back home from the recreation center, with the foothills in the background.
This is the recreation center where my grandson plays basketball. There are all kinds of sports places in here: handball, a weight room, and things like that. I also noticed that with all of the snow on the ground, there are a lot of people in here jogging; I myself never jog; I think it’s bad for my hips and knees. But I do often wiggle, wobble, and sometimes teeter. And I’m working on a dodder that I may need in the future.