The car thermometer read in the 20s, but the wind whistling down that canyon felt like 40 below! It was SO cold ... that wind just cut right through us. Imagine what it was like to live in La Plata City, the gold mining camp that existed a hundred years ago a few miles up the canyon?
Today I send off the story on the Mancos Mush for "Mushing" magazine; hope it gets published. I've sent 16 pictures (so far); it will be interesting to see which they choose. I hate to write! This was as bad as being back at the paper!
Lightening the burden, however, is the comedy we see from our breakfast table. The sun hits the feeder outside the front windows, the turkeys come running in single file to the feeder and then they compete to fly up onto the feeder, jostle each other for position and fall off with great flapping. Our own Keystone Kops Komedy show every morning! tv
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La Plata Canyon makes me feel like home.
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