Los Alamos
We had a long journey to Los Alamos. The roads were really bad - full of pot holes, topes (speed bumps) and vibradores (rumble strips). Our microwave continues to not want to stay in place and we had a friend whose upper cabinets came unbolted. Yikes! The day was 6 hours and we arrived at a less than favorable “campground”. It was a dirt lot full of garbage and broken glass. It was 90 degrees so we pulled put the generators to cool the trailer off. We had no services.
Carpooling into town, we found a lovely restaurant for dinner and then the rest of the crew headed back while I joined half of the caravan for an evening walk around the city. I’m feeling the weight of the final part of my pregnancy and sitting in the car for so many hours had my legs feeling restless. A troupe of minstrels led us around the city singing and dancing. The town square was lively on the Sunday evening and many people from the town joined in the festivities.
A 33 year old donkey named Casper walked with us carrying two baskets with drinks inside. It was a fun end to a long day!
oh my goodness!! you are troopers!! Casper made up for it perhaps :)
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