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You can see by the last post that I was hitting the juice pretty hard. I've eased that off so now it is the quiet New Mexico desert and me and you. This wonderful land is full of beauty and tiny colorful wonders and dangers. I have to walk Hank and Lucky carefully as the rattlesnakes are awakening. I am only a mile or so from where the Rio Grande is dammed into a strange and wondrous lake. But it's too long of a walk although I can see it's blue when I step out of the rv every morning to walk my dogs. My van is busted, probably just fouled plugs but it could be an engine that is ready to go so we don't get to the lake unless it is by someone elses carriage. The other day a new friend, Frank and his wife took us down and we sat around pulling from a bottle of ice cold seagrams discussing life, the water and the strange Indian ruins across the water and up in the mountain. Frank, full of scars, a big Viking (Swede/Norwegian) man had some binoculars so it was interesting to see this ancient dwelling up there and when I went swimming I floated looking up at it thinking no tangible thought except that the lake had strange icy currents that would suddenly envelope me. I was worried about cramping so I got out and we stood by the vehicle talking. I miss my sweet J who has moved into a house In Phoenix but we both aknowledge the need for space.

Last night I was invited to a party with my next door neighbors, some great folks from El Paso and we sat around doing shots in honor of someone's birthday. Mike was there with his wife. They are Mexican and he is an ex-cop for 20 years with a low modulating voice and great sense of humor. This is the second time I have had the good fortune to be in their presence. We feasted on all sorts of incredible things. Jon, the owner's wife is Korean and she prepared these delicious marinated chunks of meat cooked right over the fire, there were battered golden deep fried chunks of fish too nestled next to Hatch peppers...salsas...what a feast! My god you could not have such a feast in a restaurant. It is these little adventures that really make this worth it. Drinking shot after shot in honor of Bill's birthday we all laughed and made asses of ourselves. As usual I was one of the last to go to bed.

night.