Not much happening here. We woke at 6 for our first walk of the day. Morning star and slice of moon in the sky, crow muttering in the tree down the block. All quiet until we rounded the corner and the two dogs – who must live outside all the time – started barking.
Back to bed for an hour, then breakfast, email, shower, and off to City of Rocks State Park about 45 minutes away by car.
The park is located in the Sonoran Desert south of here, and it was a flat desert drive, with hazy mountains to the south, east and west, while those in the rearview mirror looked pretty clear. Max got into the drive right away:
We spent about an hour, then headed back to Silver City for a late lunch at home, and a much-needed walk downtown this afternoon. Of course, everything was closed except for a couple of bars, and Alota Gelato. Since I wasn’t going to get a beer, we stopped and got an excellent coconut chocolate gelato and walked back home.
Max has been favoring his left foot a little the past few days so we haven’t walked much. I’ve been really careful to keep him out of any place that might have spiny things. Today, he seemed fine, and the 1/2 mile walk to town was really pleasant. No limping, no favoring the foot, just a happy boy trotting along the sidewalk, stopping occasionally to inhale some good smells…
When we got back home, Ellen was talking with Linda – our weekend neighbor in the apartment next door. We all exchanged pleasantries, and I continued on to our door with Max. By then, Linda was coming down the sidewalk, so we spent about a half hour talking.
She’s from New Hampshire – biking from Phoenix to Florida! Solo. Though all these mountains, desert, dry winds, sun… She told me that Ellen is giving her a ride through the mountain pass tomorrow morning, saying “I’m old enough, I don’t have to prove anything…” She said she realized how difficult it was on the pass west of town. She made it halfway and decided to hitch a ride the rest of the way.
“Part of it is the altitude,” she told me. “I notice it walking back up from town!” Me too… Even Max pants a little on the uphills. We’re sea level kind of folks. These 6,000 foot towns take our breath away in more ways than one!