Los Alamos, New Mexico, is a long drive from anywhere you are, unless you're in Los Alamos. That's a big part of its charm, and a major reason it has the history it has. It needed to be geographically isolated. It doesn't need to be anymore, it just is, and residents like it that way fine, thanks.
|Penny acting like she had shared the driving. Cat, please.|
We got back two days ago, and I'm still feeling the effects of that marathon drive. Ironically, it makes me sit around. If I had been alone, a stopover or two would have been required.
|The Rio Grande, looking full and sassy.|
If you need me, I'll just be sitting around indoors, relishing the unlimited internet and heat that just comes right out of the ceiling! You've heard of Shangri-La; I'm living it.
Tell me where you like to boondock (with toilets) near Prescott, AZ. Por favor, sil vous plait. I've never been there, and I hear Joe calling my name. You know him as Trader Joe, but you're not close like we are.