Not then. I loved it how we went slow, staying were we liked it, sometimes moving only 20 miles.
Hey, i could live like that there in New Mexico.
Being a nomad.
Being a dreamer.
one moment of many in the morning
one moment of ancient times
And as my camera didn't work when we were at the White Sands ages later, i post a link and tell that story in the next post, because from now on, i tell only the ultimate high lights.
Ahh.... then i should talk about yesterday too, which was a sort of historic day for me, but somethings...... just don't reach the keyboard...not here, not yet.
Do you often have that feeling, that there is so much , all day could be show and tell...