Before this year, I was constantly filled with dread, worry and stress. I often found myself angry at the positions in which I regularly found myself and pessimistically saw that there was never any way out of it. Depression and despair were regular guests in my psyche. That changed on January 26, 2019.
What is there to say about 2020? I think enough has been said about it so let’s just move on and look forward to 2021.
December 5, 2020
The Copper Trailhead sits in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains and spawns four separate trails through the desert landscape.
November 19-23
Brandy decided to treat me with an escape to Three Rivers Resort for my birthday a couple weeks ago.
I’m not a hiker. I never have been. Never been a runner either. Hell, I’ve hardly been a walker in my life. Closest I’ve gotten to any regular outdoor activity was before I got my drivers’ license when I had a bike that I rode everywhere. As soon as I got a car though, phew, forget it!
November 7-8, 2020
It seems it’s been a while since we’ve gotten out of town. My last post was in early September. We did make a short trip up to Gunnison, CO, in early October but I didn’t take any pictures and it was a rather uneventful trip, so I didn’t bother making a post about it. However, that means it’s been nearly a month since we’ve traveled. Unacceptable.
So we made a fairly last minute decision to take a quick, overnight trip to Ruidoso.
September 3 – 7, 2020
We took a trip through Colorado at the beginning of September, mainly looking for tiny towns where we might want to move to at a later time.
August 29, 2020
Brandy and I woke up early on Saturday in anticipation of visiting the farmer’s markets in downtown Albuquerque and in Los Ranchos on Rio Grande Blvd. We got to the market downtown and it was PACKED. Way too many people for our taste, so we bypassed it and went straight to the market in Los Ranchos. There was hardly anyone at that one so we got out and browsed around a little. We wound up with some gigantic squashes, a watermelon and a cantaloupe. We started heading up Rio Grande with the expectation of heading home when Brandy said, “Let’s drive to Taos.”
So we drove to Taos.
August 22-23, 2020
With the coronavirus still running rampant with no end in sight, planning trips has been difficult. Lodging is sparse to non-existent and attractions may or may not be open at any given time.
What the coronavirus won’t do is stop us from looking for an ideal place to live when we decide we’re ready to move.
Ottumwa and Dyersville, Iowa, Rankin and Chicago, Illinois
July 17-25, 2020
The car was packed and ready to go by the time Brandy got home at 3:15. We finished up some last minute things, said good bye to Ash and left at around 3:45.
We drove up I-40 to Tucumcari, then hopped on to the 54, which took us through the panhandles of Texas and Oklahoma before reaching our destination, Liberal, Kansas.
We stayed in a little roadside motel called American Inn. We were asked if we wanted a smoking or non-smoking room, which I cant tell you the last time I’ve been asked that. We requested a non-smoking room, entered the room and it smelled like cigarettes.
Ah, well.