Yesterday The Commander took a mountain bike ride with our friends. She came back bruised and scratched, and Al got a serious injury to his ankle that will take a few days to heal. Kadizzle had a great motorcycle ride. Out on a point exactly where there should have been an Indian ruin, there was one. Al and Kadizzle had been searching for a road up the mountain you could see from a distance. Kadizzle found the road, but the gate was shut. The gate was not just ordinarily shut, it was welded shut. They don't want someone up there.
The Commander is wild with energy this morning and insisting on an adventure. Hopefully the adventure will not be too strenuous. Red Rock State Park may fulfill our needs today. Kadizzle has to keep moving to keep the chub off.
If you hear yelling and screaming it will be Kadizzle fighting with The Commander about the migration. Kadizzle wants to migrate. The Commander wants an iron clad guarantee it will be warm every day. Chuck from Hazen says he will meet us in New Mexico for some motorcycling. Kadizzle would like to blast out of Sedona on Wednesday, The Commander is afraid that if she is hit by a snowflake she will melt. Our plan is to go to Cochiti Lake. It is our new stopping point in the transition. We have not explored that area, and it should give us some new real estate to discover things.
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