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Though this looks like the beach along the Gulf of Mexico, it’s the desert.\u00a0 See the mountains in the background?![\"\"](\"https:\/\/gypsyjudge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/IMG_2407.jpg\")
<\/p>\nBeginning again \u2013 again<\/p>\n
Somehow, I get tangled up when I cross back to the Adult World, and things take much longer than I plan.\u00a0 So it was that my short time planned in NW Florida turned into a long time, full of responsible adult things.\u00a0 But, after sifting and shifting minutia I was finally able to get back on the road.\u00a0 And again, I find myself, leaving to be me.\u00a0 A sojourner, a gypsy, a lover of open roads.<\/p>\n
Misty (my German Shepherd) and I drove the motor home with the truck in tow and motorcycle in the bed for 1,200 miles to New Mexico and spent nights with Wal-Mart to offset the startlingly high cost of gas. I tried a new approach \u2013 driving only 300 miles a day, rather than the 400+ I always drove before.\u00a0 It was less tiring, but still a very long way. \u00a0In route, I conducted a scientific experiment and determined I do not enjoy a 4,000+ foot decrease in altitude, going down the mountain from Cloudcroft to Alamogordo, NM.\u00a0 Nothing bad happened, but it was not fun. \u00a0Stopped in at White Sands National Monument for a photo op, and then began a tour of some of my favorite NM State Parks. Though this looks like the beach along the Gulf of Mexico, it’s the desert.\u00a0 See the mountains in the background?<\/p>\n
After almost a week in one place, I\u2019m settling in, settling down.\u00a0 And I\u2019ll leave again soon.\u00a0 That\u2019s what gypsies do.<\/p>\n
I love the high desert, the low humidity, the plateaus, the mountains.\u00a0 The changing light, the varied bird sounds, star-gazing without city lights.\u00a0\u00a0 ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/gypsyjudge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/DSC_0030.jpg\")
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Early this morning, I heard coyotes singing themselves home from a hunt.\u00a0 It was the closest, loudest and longest song I\u2019ve heard, from what seemed like several dozen coyotes.\u00a0 It was happy magic. Yesterday I was at the kitchen sink when a LARGE roadrunner landed on the water facet outside the window.\u00a0 He left as I picked up my camera.\u00a0 Like the coyote songs, the roadrunner image is only recorded in my heart.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve begun to play with my camera \u2013 a good measure of my contentment.\u00a0 I took a hike above the Mimbres Valley with my friend, Marion, today, and share a couple of pictures from that outing.![\"\"](\"https:\/\/gypsyjudge.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/DSC_0067-2.jpg\")
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Beginning again \u2013 again Somehow, I get tangled up when I cross back to the Adult World, and things take much longer than I plan.\u00a0 So it was that my short time planned in NW Florida turned into a long … Continue reading