Organ Mountains

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

For Those Undecided

The series of debates between those contesting for the top leadership roles in the executive branch of our government have concluded.  Unfortunately, we only got the Republican and Democratic nominees so it wasn't truly a representative debate.  If I were an undecided voter, awaiting the outcome of the debates to influence my choice, I'd still be undecided.  The banality of the system, or is it the coverage, is probably best summed up in this picture:



After a poor performance in the first debate, the incumbent tried to portray the challenger as attempting to balance the budget by firing Sesame Street icon Big Bird.  Groups, especially women's organizations, seized upon the challengers comment about getting "binders full of [women]" while searching for qualified female applicants for government jobs.  The third debate on foreign policy had the incumbent trying to paint the challenger as naive and behind the times in military matters.  I learned nothing new from watching any of the debates.  Basically, I'd call all of them draws.

The one salient difference between these candidates is what they imagine as the role of government.  The incumbent believes we are improving in the economy and cuts in the defense area can best be spent improving education and infrastructure to enable America to regain its place among the leading nations in the world.  The challenger would achieve the same goals but using the private sector, not government to do so.

Of course, I am not an undecided voter.  I am retired-- old enough to draw on the money I've paid into Social Security; not yet of the age where I can reap what my employers and I have paid into Medicare.  I live in the Southwestern United States where distances are huge compared to the East Coast and maintenance of the Interstate highways is a major concern.  On the PBS Newshour Morning Line this morning was a story about a study carried out by a non-partisan group that said, in essence, that the cost to update the Interstate system would exceed the cost when it was built--$688billion.  (Story is about 2/3 way down the page, after the segment on McGovern.)  Please note that is about 2/3 of the challenger's proposed increase to defense spending, where the USA already significantly outspends the entire rest of the world.

This morning I was in a conversation about what the effect on day-to-day living would be if either candidate won.  The answer, I believe, is that the effect would be negligible over the short term.  Neither candidate is going to have an immediate effect on the benefits I paid into and now, and in a year or so, will receive.  But the long term effects will be devastating if the challenger wins.  Spending on defense instead of infrastructure will have such long term deleterious effects on the economy and on competitiveness that the USA will be removed from the top tier of the rich world, likely surpassed by China, a country making infrastructure gains.  Under the challenger's budget plan and the repeal of the Affordable Care Act, I see my medical costs increasing, especially on the predictive tests that in the long run help reduce the overall medical bill.  This could make my financial position untenable since I've already retired and my income is fixed.  It would have been nice to have $20million or so in assets to see me out and handle unforeseeable tribulations, but I'm afraid I never made it into that top 1% of earners.

So for me the choice was easy when I participated in my state's early voting.  For those readers who might still be undecided or under the age of 55, the age when most Republican changes will affect you, the question of for whom to vote may boil down to whether you want the Social Security benefits you have paid into coming in a check or electronic transfer from the U S Treasury, the same entity that sends you your income tax refunds, or whether you prefer the funds to come from some private firm like Goldman Sachs or JP Morgan Chase who brought you the economic meltdown of 2007 from which we still haven't recovered.  And for those who believe the present administration is responsible for the slow recovery, turn off FOX and Rush and Glen and read this.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Stumbling Towards the Election

Hey, kiddies, it's election season!!!!!!  For some, like lobbyists and Super-PACS, it's the most wonderful time of the year.  For some, like a friend of mine, it's time to shut down the Facebook page or the email account to avoid the constant barrage of political messaging.  Thanks to New Mexico early voting, I soar above all these attempts to influence me.  I've already cast my ballot.

I have to admit it's sure been a long season.  The president has been running for a couple of years, Mitt Romney since 2008.  They went toe-to-toe in the first presidential debate about a week ago and their surrogates, the Number Twos, went at it last Thursday night.  It's not my intent to pick winners or losers in this post.  It is my intent to remind readers to make up your mind and go vote.  With that as my motivation, please allow me to share a few ideas about performing this oh most patriotic of duties.....

Don't shut off any information sources.  There's a lot of noise from the DNC and the RNC and Crossroads America and Priorities USA Action and ad nauseum....Check the Open Secrets site for a list of PACS and Super-PACS and for whom they spend.  I always find it helpful to know what the agenda is for the person trying to force feed me information.

I have a friend on Facebook who always posts the most inane and least fact-checked information.  For example, one that has a person click "like" to stop Joe Biden from smiling.  The only way to acheive this is to elect Mr. Biden's opponent.  Of course, since that party has persistently failed to concisely elucidate what specific actions he would take to improve the lot of the country, the listener or decision maker, i.e., the voter, is faced with quite the conundrum.  But fear not......

A couple of months ago we "cut the cable"---fired Comcast as our television content provider.  Since we still have high-speed internet with them, there is a bleed-over of some broadcast channels.  It is so refreshing to NOT have to listen to the self righteous blo-hards of either the left or right---yes, no MSNBC trying to make us feel guilty and no FoxNews trying to fill us with bile and venom.  So now I get my news from my local PBS station.  Both the national editions and the local news bend over backwards to present BOTH sides of any controversy.  Commentators and "expert" guests are identified as to their proclivities as liberal or conservative.  Best of all, I don't need to adjust the volume to avoid the screaming and vehemance of the more partisan cable news outlets.

As for print media, well, I subscribe to the New York Times  digital editions.  This goes back to my roots growing up in CT and having had a history teacher my junior year who wore three-piece suits and    assured us that the only way to improve our minds was to read the Sunday New York Times from first to last page.  I also get print editions of both the Economist and Atlantic, neither of which is a bastion of socialist thought.  In short, I attempt to get information from various and reliable sources.  I utilize fact checking sites whenever I have a question about some statement that is made or some email I've received.  None of this is very time consuming or difficult.

But making an informed voting decision has perhaps never been more crucial for baby boomers, genXers, and millenials.  Please vote, and please use your head and make an informed choice.  A candidate's smile, laugh, or jokes aren't important---what he will do is what counts.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Colorado

First, we'll add to the outpouring of support and prayers for the community of Aurora CO, scene of the latest senseless gun violence.

Why does this type of abomination continue in American society?  The lone superpower.  Middle of the pack in educational achievement.  Among the poorer performers among rich nations in infant mortality.  Highest per capita incarceration rate in the world.  Maybe I just answered my own question.

Various reports earlier this morning discussed the weaponry the shooter had.  NBC's Today Show host Matt Lauer even got into an arcane discussion of what type of ammunition was in the shotgun with a correspondent---single bullets or the more traditional pellet-loaded "shot."  And since two hours needed to be filled, there were a lot of speculative opinions and not a lot of real reporting.

But my purpose here is to raise again the issue of gun control.  The alleged CO shooter wasn't in any databases.  If we assume all his weapons, including the tear gas, were purchased legally, why were there no warning flags raised?  This guy had at least three guns, gas masks, and tear gas with him.  As of the time I'm writing this, the search of his apartment was proceeding but speculation on the tv hinted at booby-traps there and more weaponry.  How many weapons can a person own before some government entity charged with the safety of our citizenry investigates??  I'm sure many such intrusions would come up negative, but if even one Columbine or Aurora were prevented, would not the cost be worth it?

Please don't assume I'm anti-gun or anti-hunters.  Growing up, we knew where our father kept his gun and the ammo.  Our childhood obsession was finding the Luger pistol that family legend reported our father took from a German soldier and hid in the insulation of the attic.  I fully appreciate that different types of legitimate hunting require different types of rifles.  But unless one is the worst shot this side of the "gang that couldn't shoot straight", I can see no rationale for automatic weapons in the hands of the general population.

Don't buy the NRA argument about personal defense either.  Automatic weapons, discharged in say a condo or apartment complex, could do severe damage to other residents as the sprayed bullets power their way through adjoining walls into the domiciles of the innocent neighbors.  Better as a defensive strategy would be a good handgun or rifle, accurately sighted in, with long hours at a target range spent by the owner, effectively aimed at the attacker.

So let's all hope that this latest tragedy removes the inertia of our government representatives and a reasonable approach to gun control can be enacted.  It's too late for so many victims of gun violence.  But that is no reason not to continue the struggle for rational policies to protect the citizenry.


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Never Growing Up

Over the end of June/first days of July, I had to take a trip to California for some personal issues.  I was successful in convincing the parents of my grandchildren to allow two of them to return with me for a few weeks.  A vacation for parents, children, and siblings, I'm sure.

There will be other posts about this trip but I had to post this video of the old man refusing to act his age and just watch others riding the discs called sleds down the dunes at White sands National Monument.

This gives an idea of the scale:

The kids getting ready to use the sleds



Now the crazy old man who refuses to accept the limitations of his age, either mentally or physically, mounts the noble steed and away we go..............


















Thursday, June 28, 2012

Les Volets Bleus

Over-tired, frustrated, hungry, we arrived in the small town of Monts-sur-Guesnes.  The farmhouse we had rented is called Les Volets Bleus (The Blue Shutters).  It is a two-story farmhouse primarily built of stone around 150 years ago.  The house has a superbly equipped kitchen and can accomodate 10 people.  The town of Monts-sur-Guesnes has an ancient chateau at its center, now occupied by the municipal government and tourism department.  There is a small farmer's market on Saturday mornings which, unfortunately, we were unable to attend, having arrived too late.  After depositing our luggage in our bedrooms and surveying the house and grounds, we set out to find some sustenance.  Another flaw in our planning----it seems that lunch is the primary meal of the day in the French countryside.  The local store opened at 9:00AM, closed from noon to about 2:30PM, then reopened, closing for the evening around 8:00PM.  Naturally we had arrived during the time it was closed!!!  The restaurant in town only served customers with reservations so there was no succor there either for the weary hungry travelers.  Not an auspicious start to our dream vacation............

After a little research on the internet and a frustrating journey to find an open supermarket, we succeeded in acquiring food and wine.  We each went to seperate rooms to relax and get control of our frustrations, then assembled on the covered patio in the rear of the house with several bottles of local wine and cheeses...........a very continental way to re-establish our friendly familial relations.....

What we could see was very pleasing and finally we experienced some positive omens for our sojourn:


The house is situated at the edge of the village, surrounded by fields and open land.  About a kilometer to the south is la ligne verte, a trail covering some 14 kilometers interspersed with various trail-side markers which facilitate a self-guided nature walk.  The shopkeepers and service providers we encountered were all friendly but there were few words of English to be had from any of them.  What little French we possessed, mainly from guidebooks and the iPhone translator app, was totally insufficient for our needs.  But with some tenacity on our part, and a willingness to be of assistance on theirs, we were able to procure groceries, wine, and even get the tires on the bicycles (available at the house for our use) pumped full of air.

We thoroughly loved the experience of living in the country-side, away from the madness of Paris and the tourist areas.  Hopefully we can spend two weeks in Monts-sur-Guesnes next year.......






Wednesday, June 27, 2012

We Cut the Cord

It was terrible.  We returned from France, settled in at the Mud Shack, turned on the Comcast tuner box/DVR and settled in for an evening of catching up with Don Draper and the denizens of Mad Men.  But the final three episodes had NOT been recorded!!!!  Oh well, guess we can get them online.....

So we opted for On-Demand, using our last rebate for a pay-to-view movie on Leonardo DiCaprio as J Edgar.  As the final scenes were approaching, the streaming cut out leaving only a green screen on the monitor.  The final straw........

Our only interaction with Comcast now is high-speed internet.  The customer service rep to whom we returned the box was very sympathetic when informed of the reason for the divorce.  She asserted that she would have quit the cable provider as well had she been deprived of the final episodes of Mad Men.  But she didn't offer us any discounts or refunds........

We have to admit that we miss some shows in real time---Chuck Todd on MSNBC, PBS Newshour, but, thanks to Google TV, we've discovered a REAL news outlet---Al-jazeera.  Their Newshour actually reports on events occuring all over the world----like the upcoming Mexican presidential elections, the continued strife in Syria, the deliberations of the election commission in Egypt---probably never hear about these on the American cable news channels.  Al-jazeera's coverage is in depth and nowhere near as biased as MSNBC or Fox.

We have reactivated our Netflix subscription and instituted a trial subscription to Hulu Plus for television shows.  Enjoying the original Dark Shadows.  We'll see how much content is really available and will continue to look for good sources of sports programming---but so far the savings over the cable charges have been significant and the delivery of content more reliable.

The internet has the capability to provide information and entertainment.  How much content is available and how reasonably it is priced could change the habits of tv viewers and strike low the mega corporations currently providing this service.  That would not be a bad thing.........

Monday, June 25, 2012

Arrival in France

You need to understand that we hadn't slept since Thursday night.  We boarded the Icelandair flight at 2:30PM EDT Friday June 1 at JFK Airport in New York City.  Jamaica NY to be precise.  We landed in Iceland for a plane change.  It was almost midnight local time Saturday.  The sun was still up.  We boarded the next plane and headed southeast towards Paris.  The sun just sort of rotated in the sky, from the west to the east, without ever "setting."  A whole night with no darkness; a little disorienting, ya think????

So at 6:30AM Paris time Saturday June 2, the intrepid travelers arrive at Charles DeGaulle Airport just outside Paris, France.  After what seemed like many kilometers of stairs and moving walkways, we collected our baggage and stood in the parking garage in front of the Peugeot 5008 SW assigned to us by the rental car company.  The gearshift had markings "R, A, M."  There was a starter button.  On the dash was a lever with a "P."  There were buttons and levers all over, most unmarked.  An examination of the glove box and various other nooks and crannies in the interior provided no assistance in the form of a manual or quick-start card.

After about 45 minutes playing with various buttons and levers, Google Maps printout in hand and hoping the address of our farmhouse destination in the Loire Valley was actually entered into the navigation package, we set out from the garage.  Almost immediately a major flaw in our preparations revealed itself.  Months had been spent perusing websites about the area, rules and regs from the US State Department and Icelandair to make certain we complied with the current paranoia that is air travel and did not act like the ugly American tourists of  cinema and literature, but we had not acquainted ourselves with French TRAFFIC SIGNS!!!!!  We knew "a droit" is "right" and "a gauche" is "left" but speed limits?? route signs??  traffic control warnings??  NO CLUE.  So sleep deprived, unprepared, ignorant of the signage, we set off for the 300-plus kilometer drive southwest to Monts-sur Guesnes and the farmhouse we had rented for the week..........

We knew we needed to access a road called Périphérique Sud then Route A-10.  Never saw a sign for the first road but we were able to muddle along and get on A-10.  The turn-by-turn directions we had printed were useless without recognizable street name signs.  Thankfully the nav worked except the volume was so low that it was necessary for everyone in the vehicle to silence themselves whenever "she" spoke to augment the directions on the screen----mostly pearls of wisdom like "At the round-about, take the second exit."  (It took two days to figure out the volume control.)


Also annoying was the distinct hesitation when starting from a full stop.  It took an email exchange with a state-side friend to alert me to the possibility the Peugeot might be a diesel----it was!!!  But so quiet and comfortable compared to American perceptions of diesel power---noisy, smoky, the fuel more expensive than plain old gasoline.......But not in France where gaszole averaged about .20euros per liter less than petrol.  And once I understood that "M" meant "manual" mode, the sluggishness at the low end could be managed with the shifter levers on either side of the steering wheel.


So about four and a half hours after arrival in Paris, after a journey of around 334 kilometers, tolls in excess of 25euros (about $1.25 to the euro), exhausted and famished, we arrived at Monts-sur-Guesnes and the farmhouse that would be our home for the next week.  

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Home at Last

After almost three weeks away, the Mud Shack looked pretty good to these weary travelers.  There will be pictures and commentary about our trip in forthcoming posts but first a few salient impressions of the trip to New York, France, and New England.

It was very impressive to see the construction of the new tower at the site of the old World Trade Center.  Even nicer to relax in the courtyard of St. Paul's Chapel, built in 1766.  The old graveyard is a pleasant respite from the bustle of the city.

We spent eleven full days in France, both the countryside of the Loire Valley and in Paris, and never got served escargot.  But I did manage three pizzas:  one at a cafe/bar near the Chateau of Villandry; one from a cart at the Richelieu farmer's market; and the third from Vesuvio Ristorante on Blvd. St. Germain in Paris.  Only the one from the cart offered to slice the pizza!!!  The other two were discs of cheese, sauce and toppings.  I must say all three were excellent.  The other gastronomic treat was the oysters, both from Ile de Re and the Richelieu market.  They were superior to any I've had in years---maybe that's because we can't get very fresh oysters in the desert??  At least, not the aquatic variety....

The full day in Boston was spent walking and shopping for souvenirs for family and friends.  (We were too sick from colds/allergies to do much shopping in Paris.) While I loved the dinner at the Atlantic Fish Co. on Boylston St., the oysters weren't as sweet as the ones in France.  But the Lenox Hotel again surpassed our expectations.  And the true center of the universe is the corner of Brookline Ave. and Yawkey Way!!!  Love the "Red Sockets" parking area and recharging station for electric automobiles....

Friday night we attended a retirement dinner for six teachers from the school in Candia.  It was wonderfully attended and so great to see people we have missed over the five years since we left New Hampshire.  Saturday was spent with friends in Candia and thanks to all for their wonderful friendship and hospitality.

But the best part of the saga was waking up Monday morning in a bed full of canine kids.....


Friday, May 11, 2012

What a week

It's been a while since I've posted----sorry.  Retirement has become busier than anticipated.  But this past week.........The hollyhocks are out of control and the cholla and prickly pear are in full bloom.


Amazing how green the desert can become.  We are having a bit of early monsoon; thunderstorms, soaking rain, something not usually seen until mid-June.  

The president, his vice-, and the secretary of education all came out in favor of marriage for anyone.  I know my personal thoughts on this matter have been, to quote POTUS, "evolving" and they have basically arrived at the same point that these luminaries expressed this week:  We are all equal, or we are not.  I thought it was rather sad seeing a black, sorry, African-American, bishop of some evangelical sect taking the negative position on this issue and sounding very much like he had gotten his civil rights so now it was okay to deny them to another subset of the citizenry.  Very sad.  I really wish "Christians" would understand that Leviticus is NOT in the New Testament, which purports to be the Word of Christ.

Finally, yay, Congress!!!  The House passed a budget.  It allows for an increase over the previous budget deal for buying missiles and other armaments while cutting food stamps and Medicare.  The priority is the killing  of unnamed enemies while allowing American children, American poor, and American aged to starve, suffer, and be denied medical treatment.  Way to go!!!!!  

I took advantage of New Mexico's early voting yesterday.  Want to guess which party I supported??  







Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Why I Don't Want to Move to Las Cruces

In the previous post, there was some mention of reasons to move, and not move, to Las Cruces.  Today would be a perfect example of why one might not move here.   It's sunny, about 80 degrees F, no sign of moisture in the area.  A cold front will be coming in, lowering those temps to (don't all gasp at once now) the low to mid-60s.  Hey, it's March.  Gotta expect some of that cold weather to get the flowers ready to bloom in spring, right???

But , back to today......It counts as one of the 350 days of sunshine because it's clear skies, as in not overcast with clouds.  But that doesn't mean you can see the sky.  Preceding the cold snap is a wind event. Wind speeds should average around 28mph today into this evening.  Gusts should tip the old anemometer at around 60mph.  That's high gale wind speed.

This is an agricultural area.  It's after harvest but not yet time to fully plant the fields.  Ground lies somewhat plowed, dry from the lack of rain (this is the desert still)---perfect conditions for dust storms.  And that's what we are in the midst of.  The sky looks like the sky over a Los Angeles freeway in the middle of the evening rush hour----a sickening shade of brown.  None of the mountains are visible, all obscured by blowing dirt.  Air quality is rated "Extreme Unhealthy."  As we drove to our lecture series this morning we saw people "walking" their dogs---as in, the humans walked with the chihuahua in their arms so the little beast wouldn't blow away...........

So repeat again, "I'm NOT moving to Las Cruces....[repeat 3X or until it sinks in]" and enjoy your winter weather, even though most areas haven't had that season yet.  We'll think of you next time we watch the Weather Channel and you are getting hammered while we are in shirtsleeves and in the middle of a cold snap at 60 degrees............

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Lessons of Retirement

So it's been about a year and a half since I pulled the plug, or should that be cut the umbilical cord, with participating as a productive member of society to bask in the glow of retirement.  So.......

I imagine there are some lessons I've gleaned from my past 18 months.

The primary emotion I experience is joy coupled with  amusement.  Every time I read on Facebook about my daughter catching a train or plane at around 5:00AM, great peals of laughter resound about my study.  Sorry, but that emotion pretty much extends to my attitude aboout all the worker bees.

It's well worth the extra dollars for a Sam's Club Advantage Plus membership just to be able to go there before the general public.  The lines are shorter and the atmosphere is generally less hectic.

Tasks that are required don't need to be performed immediately.  Manana doesn't mean "tomorrow"; it means "not today."  And any chore or choice of activity can expand to take up more time.  When time is no longer wasted being "productive", the choices we make in spending time become more deliberate and fulfilling.

Common wisdom suggests that as one ages it is necessary to continue to challenge one's mental faculties in order to avoid mental deterioration and its accompanying dementia.  For some people, this means becoming Sudoku or cryptogram addicts.  My choice is re-learning the electric bass and guitar played during my frivolous wasted youth.

And, believe it or not, attending lectures.  A major perk to living in Las Cruces is New Mexico State University and its Dona Ana Community College.  The DACC operates the Academy for Learning in Retirement which offers lectures in the auditorium of an assisted living community in the city.  Normally the lectures are an hour and a half each and run in a series of four lectures on a topic.  Past lectures have included mathematics, history of New Mexico, and the recently concluded series on jazz music.  Upcoming series titles are "Economic Policies and a Tour of the Heavens," "Narco Violence in Mexico," and "Torture and Intelligence in the US War on Terrorism."  These lectures are usually presented by professors expert in the field.  For example, the jazz series lectures were given by a performing musician who is well reviewed.  Check out the ALR website for more information.

But whatever you do, don't retire to Las Cruces.  Too much traffic, too windy, dust storms block views of the mountains, the students jam up all the clubs and restaurants by the university;  you do not want to be here.  Keep repeating that to yourself..........while those of us already here continue to enjoy the 350+ sunny days and the spectacular Organ Mountains.

Monday, February 6, 2012

10 Reasons Not to Move to Las Cruces

Las Cruces is a growing city and usually well rated in various rankings of retirement communities.  But there are severe drawbacks to living here.

1.  Cucarachas in your crocs.
2.  The extra expense of sunscreen with 350 days of sun per year.
3.   50 degrees F feels cold in February.
4.  There's only TWO seasons: Summer and NOT-Summer
5.  The mountains east of the city prevent you from viewing the missile tests.
6.  The lack of humidity means the temp you see is the temp you get.
7.  Coyotes may eat your chihuahua.
8.  "Manana" does not necessarily mean "tomorrow", just "not today."
9.  Centipedes might crawl over your toes.
10. Golf can be played year-around.
11.  Traffic jams usually consist of 5 cars or less.

I'm sure there are many more reasons not to move here.  Please add them as comments as they occur to you.  And please don't move here-----we love Las Cruces just the size it is............

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Picnic

It was sunny and warm at the Mud Shack.  Temperature around 60.  A rare rain shower had passed through.  A peaceful afternoon.  Working on editing some video for future posts.

Then the phone rang..................

TfabP and MrsfabP, friends newly emigrated from Massachusetts, called to remark on the beauty of the weather and suggest a picnic.  We were game for that.  They rejected the suggestion of going to La Llorona Park since we had been there a couple of times recently.  So we decided to go to Dripping Springs which is a Bureau of Land Management public access area.  There are numerous covered shelters in the picnic area and wonderful views of both the Mesilla Valley and the Organ Mountains.



The Dona Ana Mountains seen from Dripping Springs

 Now an understanding of the geography and elevations in the Las Cruces area are necessary to appreciate this tale, so please excuse this digression.  Many people embrace the opinion that New Mexico, consisting mostly of desert, is warm year around.  This is most definitely not the case.  The lowest elevations in the state are well over 2000 ft above sea level.  The Mud Shack is located in what is called the "North Valley" and our elevation is 3900 ft.  The main residential growth area east of the city proper is known as the "East Mesa", rising about 4500 ft above sea level.  The highest peaks of the Organ Mountains, also east of the city, are 9000 ft high.  Dripping Springs, nestled in the foothills of the Organ Mountains and about a 20 minute drive from the Mud Shack, spans an elevation range of 5600 to 6200 ft above sea level.  Any hiker or person with knowledge of the outdoors is aware that with these sharp distinctions in altitude at relatively compact distances, weather conditions can be extremely changeable........

As we approached Dripping Springs, clouds were racing up to the peaks of the mountains.  One minute there were beautiful views enhanced by the changes of light.
The peaks of the Organs


The next the highest peaks were obscured by the clouds.

The clouds roll in


Off in the distance we could see the remains of the last snowfall, about a week ago:

Snow in the Organs
The wind had picked up a bit and there were a few scattered raindrops at the picnic site we had chosen directly across from the trail head.  TfabP and my wife stayed in the shelter.  He had set up his camera on a tripod to attempt to capture the changing lights and scenes in the mountains.  My wife stayed with him, discussing photography and the geology of the region, while MrsfabP and I hiked up the trail to La Cueva.
The trail rises through sandstone foothills to a large cave, the site of an unsolved murder of a hermit in 1869.

Along the trail


Our destination


Entrance to La Cueva

Inside La Cueva

Since we had been briskly walking, we did not feel the temperature falling until we returned to the picnic area and saw TfabP and my wife with shawls and towels bundled about their shoulders against the chilly winds and dropping temps.  We decided to decamp to the Visitor Center about 3/4 of a mile up the road.  MrsfabP and my wife decided to walk, the showers appearing to have abated.  We two men drove to the Center's parking lot.  As we stood admiring the views of the valley, the precipitation descended more vigorously.  The women appeared with hoods or shawls covering their heads.  I swore I saw a snowflake drift by.....

We entered the Visitor Center and chatted with the BLM volunteers manning it, all the while keeping a wary eye on the weather.  The rain had evolved into freezing rain and snow.  Within the twenty minutes or so we had been in the shelter of the Visitor Center the desert landscape outside was acquiring a white sheen.

Snow on a bush

Snow begins to cover the desert

As we left to make our way down to the valley floor, the temperature outside the car was in the low 40s and both the windshield and back windows required the wipers to keep them free of snow.  The defrosters were also going full blast.  In the space of a couple of hours and the change of a couple thousand feet of elevation, the winter warmth one expects of the desert Southwest had taken on all the trappings of the New England states our hardy band of picnickers had recently escaped from........

Monday, January 9, 2012

Intrepid

Here at the Mud Shack we have been known to raise some animals.  There's the usual coterie of canines and felines.  But we also have Peckatina, Big Red, and the Arachnid----collectively the Three Intrepid Chicken Sisters.

How they got their individual names is fodder for another post.  For our present purpose, the issue is why they are intrepid.  The video shows them as they exercise in their new run:





  Just peacefully scratching and doing their chicken thing, not a care in the world, as befits poultry kept by peaceful, retired New Mexicans.

Until the pastoral bliss is threatened by the predatory denizen of the back-yard and pecan orchard:


Just Lookin'
 Gracie Grizelda, the Siamese, has taken an interest in the new run.  "Just Looking'" indeed:


"Cat"-bird Seat???

Note how unperturbed the Sisters appear.  We just hope that cage wire is sufficient to thwart Ms. G.  We have become pretty fond of those eggs.