Saturday morning, December 3rd:
Bridget, Spike and I step out into a snowy campground.
Our little electric heater worked all night long to keep us warm.
The snow is mixed with ice and crunches under my feet.
Look what we would’ve missed if I’d rushed us out of New Mexico!
I let the crew wander around. They won’t go far this morning.
The sky is cloudless. The snow will be gone soon.
Enough sight-seeing! Let’s get in where it’s warm!
The percolator’s perking and the weather lady’s predicting another cold front!