September 28, 2008

One Wild Night

Yesterday, Mike was in the front room and says "Oh great." I asked what brought on his sarcasm and he explained to me that a neighbor across the street had some uber classy friends over.  As I ventured over to see what he was talking about, I started to see for myself. Most visitors were smoking while drinking, had hats on backwards and crooked or donned bandanas, and the language was ideal for a rated R movie. The women looked like hookers straight from the backwoods of some small southern town. My favorite one was wearing black stone washed jeans, a black and white camoflouge type tank top that showed her mid-drift and combat boots. And she had the ever classy chain hanging from her pants to her pocket. It may sound like I'm judging and I am. I feel snobby about it, but on this particular night my sterotypes proved true.
After an evening away at my cousin's son's football game, we came home to a raging party. The liquor was flowin' and the base was thumpin'. Oddly, it didn't bother me. Just kind of made me roll my eyes. Sigh.
Mike and I headed and were deep in slumber when I suddenly sprang up out of bed. What, may you ask, prompted such a sudden rise in the middle of the night? It was the shrieks of a female from the party screaming "Help, somebody help, get off! Somebody help!!" I woke Mike and we assesed the situation from the bedroom window. There were about 8 grown, drunk, men in the street about to brawl. It was pretty scary. The screaming had come from a wife/girlfriend. Some of the men were even taking off shirt in preparation (I don't get that. This is now the second fight I've seen that the men get naked first. Why? Can you not throw a punch the same in your wifebeater?). I was about to head downstairs to call 911, when Mike asked me to wait it out one more minute.I was at the stairs, so I returned to the window and saw that it seemed to be dying down even though it was still incredibly tense. We stood watching for another 20 minutes or so. There was lots of screaming, lots of cussing, some people left. Then we heard the sirens. Thankfully, someone had called the police. I'm a little bit nervous that the neighbors think it was us. We weren't super covert in the window holding the blinds down to see. I don't want them to think it was us and put a bullet through our window. Three cop cars ended up coming. The fabulous neighbor who'd thrown this party came out to talk to the first cop. He came out shirtless and shoeless with his beer in his hand. I rolled my eyes so hard about that and got a headache! Seriously? Did you really bring your freaking beer and your bare belly out to talk to the POLICE who are investigating your horrible neighborhood disturbance at 1:45 on the morning? You're an idiot.
After the cops left, Mike and I went back to bed. We were rather pissed about the whole thing. We'd been sleeping so soundly until then and it took us both some time to fall asleep. I still have yet to find out what the hell happened. I'm working on it ;)
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September 27, 2008

Happy Birthday, Bitch!

Yes, my best friend and I call each other bitch. And fat ass. And other names we find endearing that others find horrific. We're ok with that.
Today is her 30th birthday. She is celebrating with some little lepruchan at a pub in Ireland. I hope it's a fantastic birthday and the best way to start another year. I can't wait to see where life leads you once you get back from this big birthday trip!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ya Old Hag!

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Philmont Journal: Last day - August 12

So it's morning. I'm on the train. I'll be home in 7 or 8 hours depending on how the time change works. I was so happy to see the train yesterday. Once I got on I settled in and then went straight to sleep. I sleptfor about 4 hours and then moved to the floor. I slept behind a defflu bag, behind my seat, with my legs under my chair. It was nice to get on my tummy and sleep hard. I'm up now - sitting in the observation deck car sipping a coffee and cocoa mix. I think the girls and I are eating lunch in the dining car again. I was thinking last night that I wanted to make sure to get some details about my trip down on paper before they slip my mind. First up, jargon.

Smellables ~ Anything a bear would find to smell good and probably be food. Anything, even batteries. No one was allowed to wear deodorant. It's a smellable on you for 36 hours. And any type of cleaning product other than Camp Suds has to be put up. All of our uneaten food and the garbage has to go up. Even Nalgene bottle that have had anything other than water in the past THREE years needs to be in the Bear or Oops Bag each night.

Bear Bag/Oops Bag ~ The Bear Bag goes up and stays up. The Oops Bag is set up a little differently so it can go up and down for things that will be needed throughout the afternoon and evening.

Sump~ This is cleaning your dishes. The boys do it by licking the entire thing or using their dirty finger to wipe it out - ewe. Even worse if they can't get it clean they put a little water in it, swich it around, and drink it. Gag! Most of us did the water thing but dumped it in the SUMP (a pvc type hole in the ground that leads the food away from the bears).

Red Roof ~ The Poop Palaces were a double seater outhouse where you were only supposed to poo. Our wrangler gave us girls permission to tinkle in there, too. Thank goodness. Though if everyone urinated in the red roofs the poo wouldn't decompose as it's supposed to and it would be way worse that it already was. Some red roofs had drawings or poems. Who has time or spends time doing that in the wilderness! Anyway, my favorite one was "Here I sit brokenhearted, came to shit, but only farted". Hehehehe.
Later on at basecamp, one of the boys found a follow-up verse. "Later on I took a chance, tried to fart, but shit my pants" I find it hilarious!

Mini-bears~ Chipmunks. Apparently they're evil, though I didn' encounter anything to make me think that.

Gorp~ A breakfast trail mix that includes Resses pieces, peanuts, and raisins. One day it was M&Ms instead. I have no idea why they call it Gorp. Must just be a Philmont thing.

Rocket, my horse was cool. Poor thing always butted in to all the other horses business and got himself bitten :( He had 3 bites while I was there. It's his first year at the ranch, so I really hope he starts to fit in a little bit more.

Would I do it again? I'm not sure. I don't know that I would do the horseback riding. I don't think my legs are built properly. My knees go in too much I think. It was super painful no matter what I tried with the stir-ups or how I put my legs.
And the camping was hard, but I think a huge part of that was the groups inefficiency rather than the actual camping. I would probably go along on a trek, a hiking version of what I did. But I really would need plenty of time to condition. I think it would be fun to do an all girls trek! :)

Ok that's all for now. There's a nice guy talking to us but I've had enough. He's one of those that thinks he's super cool. Ah well, I'm headed back to my seat so I can watch my movie. We're almost home!!

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Philmont Journal: August 11

After our awesome campfire, I rinsed our my horse poop jeans and headed off to take a shower. It was really nice to be clean, but I'm still anxious to get hom and REALLY scrub down! When my shower was over I headed off to the laundry room. I've never been more excited to do laundry in my entire life! Not only will I have bags that don't stink and clothes that don't ruin my own washer, it's one less thing I have to do when I get home! YAY! While my laundry was running, I cuahgt up journaling. I ended up done and in bed by 12:35. We got things rolling again this morning at 6:30. It was early, but I was happy I made it to breakfast. Today it was french toast! Yummy! Especially, after having syrup smelling tree sap on my shirt for the past 6 days and craving it the whole second half of the trip.
We packed up our stuff for hte very last time today. Yahoo! Each minute that passes I'm getting more excited to be home. We gathered our stuff in one spot and we're now just relaxing until lunch. Our train doesn't leave until 5:30. Our bus to catch the train leaves at 3:00. We're palnning on picking up pizza - yum -before we get on the train. But we're having a bit of a problem getting it figured out. What a surprise - eye roll. Ugh. I won't miss this part of the group! I think I'm going to go get and ice cream cone and relax a bit before lunch, yes, an ice cream before lunch. Shush.
iPod is charging for a movie on the trip home. Yay!

Just ate our last meal here. I'm SO ready to get on that darn train. I'll probably nap and then watch my other movie. Right now, I'm sitting in the grass enjoying a wonderful afternoon in the shade of a tree. The wind is blowing and the clouds are beautiful! I've got my iPod charged and enjoyed some time just resting. I'm about to get up here in a minute and mail one last post card. It's from the crew, to the guy who set this whole trip up but ended up not being able to come.
Next stop THE TRAIN...well, bus to get to the train!

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Philmont Journal: August 10

We are finally back at base camp. I will be on a train home in 16 hours. I can't wait! I was not cut out for this Philmont gig. It's about 3 steps outside of my range. I think I get an F for the Philmont Experience as they say around here. The Philmont Experience is comparable to the rite of passage Native American boys go throught to discover what kind of man they want to be.
I did lean a lot about my personal limitation and stubborness. And have finally seen a truly impossible side of teenagers. Did I ever talk to adults that way? was I that much of a know-it-all before I could drive?
Even with much of the trek being ridicuslously challenging to the point of cussing at my horse and repeatedly saying "I quit", I've managed to have quite a time here. It is so truly unique and I feel blessed to have been able to be here. I was even good about keeping most thoughts of home at bay. We were so busy I didn't really have a lot of time to miss things or stress about them. But on the bus back to base camp today I started thinking about seeing Mike and Abby-doo, and fat Ricky. And sleeping in my own bed. And playing Wii Fit (after a day of laying on the couch). I can't wait to get home!

So, to finish the details of the trip....
No bears showed up at our camp that night. But we had one fersocious wind storm that made tents bend in on themselves. I was fine when it was blowing in the middle of the night, probably too tired to care. But when I woek up early this morning, I somehow, in a half sleep, convinced myself that a bear was roaming and leaning on ten. When I wasn't attacked, I listened more carefull and realized it must be deer eating grass right near my tent. It was neither. I was simply a paranoid, half asleep, freak.
We broke down camp in the strong winds and managed to get our pack horses ready and our own, too. we were pretty quick compared to the day before. We were then headed to Head of Dean. I liked this camp staff and program the best. The ride there was scenic, but not my favorite. We practiced Gym Khana again when we got there. This time I let Bill ride ROcket since his horse wouldn't run. After Gym Khana practice, we set up camp. In the rain. Again. Boo :(
We went to program after. This time it was a low cope team building course. We got cut short because of a storm but loved the stuff we did. I had to cook that night - boil water, add dehydrated meal, stir. In the rain. Lovely. It turned out alright. We made an extension of the dinig fly so John (the one kid who I didn't hate at this point) and I were out of the rain to cook. After dinner the advisors and youth 18 & over headed up to the main area for cocoa, cider and cookies. IT was a nice way to enoyt the outdoors. They built a campfire, too.
This morning we broke camp for the last time (HOORAY!). It was a chilly  and early morning. We had a 3 hour ride and the Gym Khana games ahead of us. We managed to get going on time and enjoyed and interesting ride back to Ponil (where our horses live) We rode through a huge chunk of forest on a mountain ridge. The forest had been destroyed by wild fire and made for a somber morning. The veiws past the burned tress were fabulous though.
Once we started our descent te real action started. My horse seemed to want to keep me awak and entertained by trotting down hills and occasionally tripping. Ok, always tripping. At one point I started calling him Tripper McGee. And another his nose nearly hit the ground he fell so far forward. I felt bad for him.
Finall, we all made it back to Ponil safely despite the insane grade of the mountain we'd just come down. After some lunch, we began Gym Khana games. I sat out. My knees could barely stand much less get back on a horse. Plus advisor scores didn't count and I'd run the games in practice and had my fill. What my wranglers didn't tell me was that Rocket would cry and whiny the entire time we left him alone in the coral while the other horses were running the game. It broke my heart. I wish they'd have told me he would be lonely. Apparently, horses are pack animals. Poor Rocket. We competed against our sister cavalcade. They won, but we put on a good show. And we smoked them on burro herding. Their time was 1:09 ours was 35.8 seconds! It was rainy and unexplainably disgusting in the harse arena. I was relieved when I walked out of it for the last time.
The winning team got two watermelons, which they graciously shared with us :) We all got watermelon and Philmont Cavalcade patches. The kids got authentic horseshoes, too. We waited for hte bus whiule we ate watermelon and finally our ride to civilization showed up! The ride back was quiet. There were amazing clouds I stared at while I let my mind wonder. Like I said, it was then that i really started to miss home. Once we got our tent assignments at base camp, we had to dump out everything we'd been carrying in Philmont bags and return them. We had to empty our crew locker and we hd to get to dinner on time. Adter dinner, we all went to buy Tide at the little camp store. Some of ys got an ice cream cone and then we headed church. This time I went to the Protestant service. My crew all went to the Catholic one. Church was fine. It was nice to be doing something familiar for hte first ime in over a week. And some things mentioned helped to start acclimating me back into the "real world". The olympics has started!? I'd forgotten. My service was over before the Crews (duh!) So I washed my boots to get the mready for packing. I hope they aren't totally ruined! I would love to wear them now and then.
Then we went to closing campfire. It was simply fabulous. There were skits and songs relating to every quirky thing possible along the trail and they closed with some video footage of Philmont from the '50s. That was my favorite part.

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Philmont Journal: August 8

I am sore! And I'm pretty sure that my hands will never be clean again. I'm sore from writing so much yesterday. I'm sore from walking uphill so much and simply doing more physical activity than I'm used to. My feet have stopped hurting so badly, but my calves are killing. I'm enjoying the acitivty, but it's about 2 steps above acceptable to me. I can't believe people LOVE this polace. It's different and I'm taking it all in as much as I can, but I can't say that I'm anxious to plan another trip out here.
Since I last wrote, my crew came home safely from hiking Baldy. They came home right as I was finishing writing postcards :) We all walked back to camp and us girls gathered some stuff for showers, yes, showers. We hiked, and I mean hiked, our bootys up to where I'd sat all day. The shower was really nice! I wasn't originally going to go - the hike up and all - but I was so happy that I did! Even if we could only use camp suds. After our shower, we were stuck. Trapped on the porch. It had started downpouring! We didn't have our slickers and we were wearing the only dry clothes we had besides or pajamas. We had a good time hanging out with our sister cavalcade on the porch. We even got an apple - the best apple ever. Finally, tow of our boys came to rescue us. They brought our slickers and we were able to walk back with minimal wetness. When we got back, we saw that our good little boy scouts had somehow managed to start a fire in the rain. We waited a bit for the rain to let up some and then held out wet clothes (which our sister cav had taken down for us so they weren't totally drenched) over the fire until we were sure that we wouldn't be wearing wet jeans on the horse the next day.  The night was miserable and wet, but we made the most of it.
This morning, we woke up refreshed and ready to go. we took too long to get going, but it was ok because we only had a 45 mintue ride today. It was all downhill and a bit boring compared to a few days ago. Once we got in, it was raining again. Blah. But we set up camp and then practiced Gym Khana games. Barrel races, figure eights, relay. We have a competition against the other cavalcade on Sunday when we get back. After the games, a storm started rolling in with big crackly thunder. We had to dismount out horses and walk them down a scary, tight, slippery, muddy hill. It was a challenge to properly lead the horse and not get stepped on or fall. At one point, I had to lean on the saddle and hold on to the horn and kind of airwalk down one part. Eventually, we made it down and got the horses in the stables. We also saw that a bear has broken a wood wall of a small building and eaten a bag of feed. We're 100% sure that bear will be back tonight. We're sleeping about 200 yards away. EEK!
The rest of the day we did program. Today it was shooting black powder rifles and throwing tomahawks. We did both. I actually shot a gun, but when it came to looking down the barrel to reload it, I told the guy I'd already gone way out of my comfort zone just shooting it. Tomahawk throwing was harder than it looked. I hit my targer everytime, but didn't stick it. We relaxed on the hillside while some of the guys played more. It was super relaxing and just what I needed.
We walked back to camp a while ago to make dinner. I took my pictures of wile turkeys on my way back. Now, we're waiting for our pudding dessert and starting a campfire. I'm happy to have had a day to relax. I hope I sleep well despite the high probability of a bear being in our camp. There's part of me that would love to see it without it seeing me.
Ok time ot go put my sleeping bad out before it gets too dark.
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Philmont Journal: Things I've learned on this trip so far.

So many things have been reiterated or brought to my attention with this trip.
  • Leadership: GOOD leadership is simply crucial. Along with planning it is what makes something like this impossible or enjoyable.
  • I'm not a young adult anymore :( I can't hang the way they do. I find yself plenty content with simplicity rather than needing a great abundance of activity around me. Just one of those growing up moments I suppose.
  • Teenagers are challenging. They are so oppinionated and such know-it-alls. I've always enjoyed teens until now, I'm just seeing another side of them, the side most parents dread.
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Philmont Journal: August 7

...was that  the bear was actually right there on the mountain not more than 20 feet away! I didn't see the bear, but about 1/2 of our group did. We "telephoned" the message down the line about why we were waiting and why Jackie had left. When I turned to tell the girl behind me, she looked over my shoulder and through clenched teeth said "it's right there" when I turned to look I couldn't see it and then we were off. It's no wonder why our horses were so hard to hold as we waited for Jackie to return!
We managed to get everyone back to camp and stables safely despite the storm and bear and having to walk a little over a mile in our cow boy boots.
Setting up for camp for the first time was a total nightmare. Our leader - one of the kids - is not a good leader and my roll is to NOT lead. Advisors are here for emergencies and squabbles the rest is supposed to be up to the crew. We finally managed to get camp set up, but not before I reached a shut down. Once my tent was set and I'd had some dinner and used my Pond's wipes to clean up, I felt much better. Not to self: Do not let blood sugar drop too much!
The first stop was called Ponil (poh-neel). It's the stop the trekkers (hikers) like best because you can buy root beer. It was our first stop so I don't think we appreciated it as much, but it was still good. The rangers put on a show each night at Ponil, but with our rough strat we missed it. But I think we got a better show.
 While we were sitting there sipping our root beer, we spotted a bear! There he was, just across the way, moseying along....all of a sudden I realized he was headed in the direction of our camps! Four rangers started heading toward the bear in an attempt to scare him back up the mountain. Their error was that they were trying to puch him in to a sheer rock wall. They shooed the troops inside after awhile. Half of my crew went back to camp, but before we started down the trail, we were stopped by the four rangers. They told us the bear was still around and to return if we see him near a camp.
Well, as we were walking back - almost to our camp - we saw a black mass step out of the bushes. We weren't sure if it was the bear - probably about 95% sure, but we didn't go back. We stood for about 15 minutes and then went to our camp. I have to admit it is probably the most scared I've been in a very long time - maybe ever. We had to get ready for bed and SLEEP when there was just a bear there - that I saw with my own eyes not just an "oh there's bears in these parts". It was scary!
Next morning, we heard that the bear sat on some stuff and ripped up some things at campe 16. We were in 12. I'm now 100% sure it was the bear we saw while walking back. We made it through the night and headed out for our 1st real day on the horses. It took us a while to get going. In the morning, 2 advisors from each troop made pancakes and sausage with juice for all the troops/crews. The left the kids to get camp broken down on their own. Our crew was 2nd last to arrive... a 1/2 hour late. Oh well. They still got to eat. Then we did program and Ponil. You could practice roping on metal cows, get things branded, and throw horseshoes. I got my boots branded with the Philmont horse brand on my left heal and the Chase Property brand on my right instep. The Chase property was/is (?) owned entirely by women even back in the 1800s. It also make me think of my little neighbor Chase who was born just before I left :) Oh and I branded the horse one on the underside of the brim on my hat.
After program, we had to meet our pack horses - one of which is named Randy, like my brother, and he bites, like my brother did. Luckily, he hasn't bitten me - learn to pack them, then actually pack them. THEN get out own saddle on and ready to go which is a production all in itself. Dealing with the horses is A LOT more work than I'd anticipated.
Once we were on our way, things went smoothly. We lost a few pack horses every now and then, but got them back quickly. We stopped for lunch - which is my favorite part of hte day, not because of the food, but how well we all get along and what great moods we're all in at that point in the day.
After lunch, we rode a little longer. When we got to our next camp, Pablano (pah-blah-noh), all hell broke loose. Everyone was tired and therefor cranky. Set up took a million years since I hit my breaking point the day before I'm not sure what you call what I was this day. Ugh. Leadership is poor, many-including me - don't know what to do and no one teacher they just get mad and do it, Plus, there seems to be too many cooks in the kichen as they say. It's this time of day, along with dinner cleanup and camp breakdown that makes me long for our pleasant lunches. We missed program at Pablano. It was logger ball - softball of sorts. Humph. Instead, we stayed at camp to do a devotional and Rosebud Thorn - a joys and concerns of sorts. Rose = joy, Bud = something you're looking forward to, and Thorn = concern. Most everyone's thorns were the same as mine about the inefficiency of how things get done.
We managed to break camp the next day and I'm hopeful it will get easier as we go. Before we left Pablano, we did another program - gaffing. It's a logging camp. This is when you shimmy up a tree. Think electricians up the telephon pole. It was fabulou! All of the kids did it - though it was painful and hard and we had to pull one girl up by the saftey line so she could make it to the top. I passed onthis. I don't kow why. It's not like me to pass on a new experience, but I was perfectly content to watch everyone andtake pics on their cameras.
After we got the pack horses ready and saddled on our own - which took way less time, we headed out for our best ride yet.
We were riding from Pabalano to Baldy (12000 feet). We rode up the side of a mountain all day. An hour or so into it was were in the middle of a rainstorm that started with hail and turned to cold rain and lasted until lunch. Thankfully, we caught a break and my favorite part of the day was not ruined. When we got going again, so did the rain. I loved it - we were in slickers and my camera was safe so there were no worries. We went down some super steep, muddy, rocky slopes. I loved every single second. On one, I was even laughing out loud! It was my rose for the night even though some of my crew said it was their thorn. Babies ;)
When we got to camp we found multipled "thorns"The campground had ZERO places to put tenst and sleep comfortably. Most of us slept on a slant that felt like you were riding a slide when you got in, or on rocks. Also, it was still raining - a lot. Though I wonder now if the rain was sent by God - we sure managed to get camp set-up with some pretty good teamwork. We even started a fire to try to dry clothes. Mine are still wet :( My jeans smell like wet horse. Ewe.
We're at Baldy camp now. My crew got a bit of a late start, but decided to climb to the top of Baldy mountain today. An additional 2,500 feet. I decided I would enjoy my day on the Ranger porch with a great look-out and time to write. Plus, I don't have shorts (though it's cold here) or proper shoes or prper lungs for that matter - I've had to take my inhaler 4 times already. Anyway, I'm loving my day on the porch here In Baldy Town. It's pretty cold though. I'm in softball socks (knee length), Adidas warm-up pants that have a liner, a long sleeved shirt, tennis shoes, a fleece zip-up, and beanie and still chilly! My poor crew must be freezing. A storm is running in on us at the moment, too.
I'm upset my jeans are out hang drying and I can't go get them without saturating my only dry outfit (the one I'm wearing). Boo. We'll have to start a fire tonight to get things dry by morning. It may be a late night.
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Philmont Journal: August 5th

Lions & Tigers & Bears, Oh My!

Whew, what a rough couple of days! This is quite the experience. I can't say at this point that it's fabulous or anything close to it. There has been some super exciting stuff though!
The Kit Carson museum was neat. I really liked it, though due to poor planning we only saw about half of the museum :( But I learned a lot. Maybe we'll have time to go back on the last day.
After the museum, we were bussed to our first camp. We met our wranglers, Jackie and Nikita, and after a long time of learning how to saddle a horse, we finally met out horses. My horse is named Rocket and he's a little stinker, but I like him. We did a circle ride that day. We rode out to a prairie, ate lunch, then rode back as a storm rolled in. A ways into the ride home we were told to dismount the horses. There was lightning :( Also, there was a bear. Our head wrangler's horse started to get spooked, so she told us to wait there while she checked ahead for the bear. What we learned as she came back.....


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Philmont Journal: August 3rd

Camp is cool. It's pretty much exactly what I pictured. Though I'd failed to label my mental picture, but it was easy to see it should have been "judy camp" once I arrived. It reminded me of the move Holes with lots of open space and drab colored buildings and tents. I was sure to watch my step just in case ;)
We had to wait a bit to get into our tents. They are A-frame, with heavy duty fabric on top of a wood pallette. They have cots. I have my own tent, so I got to double up the mattresses!!
We went to the camp store and milled around until dinner. The mess hall here was pretty nice. Not my normal healthier fare, but fine.
After dinner, we laid around in the grass and shade until chapel. I'm travelling with a Catholic group, so I went with them. Tonight,  I plan to go to Proetestant chapel.
The first nights sleep was plenty comfy, but very noisy. And I kept thinking rodents or racoons were coming in. Eventually, I fell asleep and stayed asleep. It was super pleasant in the morning.
Today we've had breakfast and are about to head out to the Kit Carson museum. I'll write more later.
Oh, and we got a shower last night. After a hot, sweaty day it was much appreciated!
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