Ah, February, when the aroma of squished skunks begins to perfume the roadsides. And when the mud begins to deepen. Here's what happens to the county road below our driveway when a 4+-inch snowfall is followed by a 40+-degree day. Things get a little goopy!
For the next couple of months, a trip to Durango or Cortez may take us through six different changes of weather ... or two hours sitting at home may produce the same experience. Our heaviest snows are yet to come, but the days are getting longer and warmer. We had the doors open in the living room and the ceiling fan on for a while yesterday afternoon.
It's catching up time, after the Mush and travel ... paying bills, throwing stuff away, etc. We're eating the last of the oranges we bought in California, after sharing some with friends and neighbors and converting others to beautiful, tasty marmalade, sitting in lovely little jars on the counter.
Still organizing all the photos from the Mush, bringing back memories of yipping dogs, frolicking kids, sunny days in the mountains and pleasant conversations with the mushers who came to participate. The organizers meet Sunday afternoon to do a post mortem on Mancos Mush IV and start the planning for IV.
There's a "Deliciously Weird" exhibit in Durango tonight; I've entered a photo of a mantis chewing on a hummingbird it's killed. (Nowhere near as charming and appealing as Sandy's pics of donkeys!) Should be an interesting show! TV
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