Coming Home

The roads—and car windows—sure were icy on the way home today. Photo by: Suna

And it sure been a cold, cold winter

And the wind ain’t been blowin’ from the south

—Keith Richards, Mick Jagger

The trip home from Ruidoso took longer than expected. Yesterday, we took the long way to Abilene, where we overnighted in the same hotel as on the trip up. Unfortunately, we ran into a serious cold front just after crossing into Texas.

The night turned the roads to a skating rink, so we waited until almost noon to leave the hotel. The low pressure light was on for the driver’s side steer tire, but we couldn’t do anything about it. All the air pumps we passed were plugged with ice, and I couldn’t get air into the tire until like the fifth one.

The roads were so bad the trip from Abilene to the ranch took six hours. We were being very careful, despite the car being much smarter about driving on ice than me.

Anita was sick for the return trip and slept through most of it.