We are on the move again. The delightful trail always calls us on somewhere beautiful. It has turned cooler, 56° this morning. Sun is just outlining the Davis Mountains. Good Text, good coffee, and good morning. It is a slow morning. Nothing to do but rest and be present. I am trying to read all of Zane Grey’s and Louis L’Amour’s westerns and this country underscores their brilliant writing. Reading Grey’s Stranger From the Tonto. It will fill much of today. I may ease back in bed beside my lover to warm the oldness out of me. Choices, Choices, Choices.
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| In Mexico. We boated across the Rio Grande and had lunch and visit in Boquillas. |
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