During the last week of May we were based out of La Junta, in southern Colorado. Boy did it rain!! It rained so much that the roads turned to gloop, and we were afraid for our car, that great traveling machine which had brought us so far, and upon whom so much depended. Highways she can do, but mud-jeeping requires special skills not in her book. Our hopes for previously-planned destinations all drowned in fear and slurry, and so we made up new ones. I say we, but it was really my husband, who is very good at this sort of thing. On the first day he proposed Capulin National Monument, and I, nothing loath, agreed.
There is definitely a tendency to crop off part of him. I think it's caused by the desire to show the landscape. I'm not sure whether this is a flaw or not.
Soon: working on Fancy's Hackamore's mecate.