Maps

We got lost. On our last leg of the trip, we were chatting away and missed a turn. We didn't figure out something was amiss until we saw signs for Taos, NM. Taos? We just drove 2 hours in the wrong direction. Oh, well. I've always wanted to see Taos anyway. We stopped at a roadside store and were directed to a sweet local joint that served tacos and let us bring the dog on their outdoor patio. After lunch, in the car again, it was 2 more hours until we were back on track. "Llamas," I said, pointing out the unusual looking animals resting in a field on the side of a back road. "They're more lost than we are," Dad said. "Llamas are from Peru." I was driving and he was working on a crossword puzzle. "Motorist's aids," he said, reading the clue. Four letters, the first one begins with M. Maps. Yes, those would've helped today.

We arrived in southwest Colorado. But still had a loooooong drive up the mountain. Finally - my street.

Earlier, on our drive up the mountain, we found some loose cows. This was the second time this trip we came across cows that had broken through their fence.

Purple flowers growing by the side of the house. What a lovely welcome!