Return with me to yesterday – or the day before – when I wrote a post about all the bad luck dogging us on our northward migration: stuff like writing checks for the oral surgery, the emergency room, the veterinarian, the auto mechanic, etc.
Fortunately, we found sanctuary at my daughter’s ranch in Durango where we could rest, apply new band aids and sip.
Our plan is/was to leave here for Wolf Creek Pass and points north. It’s the “points north” where the trouble begins.
We just heard the local weather dude say we are under a winter storm warning and they are expecting snows of 10 to 20 inches north of Durango.
I think I got Steve Jobs mixed up with that guy in the bible.