Grrrrr, I found the camera, then the battery was totally dead, and of course, who could find a charger in this mess, so I bought one on line and just received it when I got home from work tonight. The battery is charging as I type, which means that if the battery is not gonzo, I can start adding pictures again.
Why are such simple things so difficult? Sometimes it just seems like it would be easier to go to bed (with my knitting and a book of course) and stay there. Do you ever wonder why we try so hard at life? I am there right now, wondering if it is truly necessary for me to push to get things done, to learn my way around a new area, and to deny that I am missing my older daughter (who stayed in GA). Do you think this is moving blues-itis? I think I should go work on the collapsible hat I am making and pretend the blues don’t exist. :-)
I leave you with a picture of the Continental Divide from one of our little(?) drives.