[ A view from a height, over a broad plain covered in low brown grass. The lake peeks out from behind a bit of a hill to the right, & beyond it are higher rolling hills capped with sparse evergreens. ]
I haven’t been able to get the boys out very often, between the Giftmas rush & the cold, but last Wednesday it got up into the 60s, & I stuffed the lot of us into the van & headed for the lake. Continue reading small beauties & a warm day
[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby wearing a black harness, is occupied with digging a trench in pine-needle-laden soil. It’s about as long as his body, & yes, he flopped into it as soon as he was done digging. ]
[ The edge of the lake; the shore is made up of small rocks. The water is in motion, each wrinkle on the surface highlighted in the sunlight. ]
The sound of the wavelets running up onto the pebbled beach was SO relaxing. I love the sound of water & I haven’t been able to spend near as much time as I’d like where I can hear it. I’ll be going down to the lake as long as the weather allows. Continue reading small beauties
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, walks across a rough dirt parking lot. Behind him are tall radio antennae & a small green maintenance building. ]
After we got down from the lookout tower (or at least the paved area around it) I headed back to the van but the boys wanted to explore more. I really didn’t think they’d be interested in the big antennae — even I can hear/feel the hum — but they wanted to walk over there & check things out, so we did. Continue reading antennae for everyone!
[ The view up a steep slope. There are a few evergreens in the background, but most of the trees are leafless aspens, with tall, straight white trunks. ]
Last Friday, in a fit of being entirely incapable of dealing with the world, I stuffed the boys in the van & drove up Mount Taylor.
That’s the white people name — to the Diné it’s Tsoodzil, Blue Bead or Turquoise Mountain, the southern boundary of the Diné homeland, one of the four sacred mountains.
The road is terrible, but it goes by a lot of aspens, which is nice — I’m used to seeing those in Colorado, not here! The boys were NOT pleased about the rough ride & frankly neither was I; if I’d been up there before I probably would’ve turned around, but the lure of going somewhere entirely new is strong & I persevered despite the shouting coming from the back of the van. Continue reading Mount Taylor