So, on November 15th, I flew to Denver. On a plane.
And frankly, November 15th was a day that shall live in infamy...I yelled, YELLED, at an unhelpful, unsympathetic, snarky, sneering airport staff person who did SQUAT to help, ohhhh, 200 people.
I am not proud of my behaviour, but when a person simply shrugs her shoulders at the needs of 200 passengers, almost all of whom had less than 30 minutes to catch their flights, does nothing to quell their nerves and rolls her eyes at people who are really in trouble??
I will yell.
And I know for a fact, I have not actually yelled in 4 years.
And all I said was "Excuse me?!"
Loud enough to freeze the crowd.
But I digress...
I landed in Denver, and then my dear friend Jeanne picked me up. We made our way back to Colorado Springs, and OH MY!! Look at the sky!! Hello Pike's Peak!
I spent a fabulous weekend at Casa del Jeanne and got to spend time with writer friends (Jill, Jeanne and Beth) and, and Normal Person Shari, who said "Okay, say something about writing, I need to eat." Which was a hilarious way to get her to stop talking so she could enjoy her breakfast.
Then on Monday the 18th, it was Time.
Time to pile into Amy's car and head south!!
Hola! New Mexico!!
There's Amy. She has a seriously awesome music collection!! Italian bagpipe music? Ooookay...
Oh, MAN, it was rockin'!!
Guess where we are? Go ahead, guess!
And the coolest thing? Amy knew the way to Santa Fe. Unlike Dionne Warwick.
That's me, writing postcards in Santa Fe. Where, umm, we do NOT go to Olive Garden. No, we find a local Mom and Pop Mexican place and stuff ourselves.
Monday evening, we got to Belen, which is south of Albuquerque. We stayed at the Super 8. It had plumbing and wifi. Insert grin here.
I was getting out of the car to go check in when there They were!! Andrew and Barbara!! Yeehah!!!
Amy and I ditched our stuff and I left her in peace while Andrew and Barbara and I invaded Pete's, and misbehaved until they started subletly hinted that the sidewalks were about to roll up and it was time to lock the place for the night.
Tuesday morning, Ted and Evie Charles arrived to take me for the week. It was HARD to say goodbye to Amy, very hard, but Bosque Redondo awaited us.
We drove for a few hours and then arrived at the Navajo Memorial at Fort Sumner, New Mexico.
Isn't it pretty there?
Look at the sparkling Pecos River.
And the pretty trees?
Oh, and the grandson of one of the prisoners.
Oh yes, Redheads, prisoners.
Bosque Redondo, or Hweeldi, as the Navajo people call it, was a prison camp. A terrible, horrible place where an estimated 2500 Navajo people died between 1864 and 1868.
And the age of Ted's grandfather when he was in prison for being a Navajo?
6 or 7 years old.
He was a CHILD.
Who are Ted and Evie Charles, and how did we get IN to an old prison camp?