new sticker



Don’t think I’ve posted this particular shot of Mesa and Meadow on the cage. Don’t know where we were. And yes, they jump and climb up there on their own.

Well, I’m not getting back to the state parks this winter, maybe next year. This will be the third winter I’m not making it to the parks, through no fault of my own. Guano. I had made reservations for this winter, but something came up and I had to cancel them. I’ll be staying in Alamogordo until some time in April. Might even look forward to moving back up to Timberon by then.

From Timberon’s elevation of 7,100’, I generally drop down to around 3,570’ for the winter months. This winter I’m in a different valley and only down to 4,330’. A bit chillier. But I have daily access to wi-fi and cell phone coverage. It’s in a RV park, however. Thank the gods I only do this when I have too.

In the NMSPs, sites are generally farther apart, with no frills or calendar of events. Simple, my thing.


I have some deer photos that I have not posted. Probably will post one a month while down in this valley. Sure won’t be seeing any here.


Remember I saw a bumper sticker of this in Silver City? Didn’t think it would be smart to get one, living in Timberon, might end up with a broken window. So I purchased a sticker and stuck it next to the door of the Nash. Looks good.

I was tuned into NPR's Fresh Air with Terry Gross when she was interviewing Misty Copeland. Yep, it was as good as you might be thinking.

“The stupidities begin when one takes men seriously.” Jean Giono
Women have probably known this for eons (if that were possible).

The ball is in your court. Pick it up.

October sixty minutes sixty years—1820 minutes
October Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1900; legs: 1800

One day you will wake up and there wont be anymore time to do the things
you've at always wanted. Do it now. Paulo Coelho


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