Spent a restless night in my tiny tent on “main street.” The campground almost entirely gravel (and my tent set up on the way to the loo etc.) so I heared everyone as they crunched to and fro. Internet spotty so I gave up on film, waning batteries made reading impossible so I opted to sleep. I laid there thinking that before too long, I would warm up. I was too cold to get up and forage for the extra blanket in the van, too cold to move and tempted to invite HB to crawl in with me- Finally the rustling of the trees lulled me to sleep. I awakened to the pre-dawn chatter of the “locals” (beautiful yellow and black birds- Jutta would know) and found HBÂ like a little fur knot in her bed outside. The sun has now come up and the view is glorious. Now they are slate grey but for the 1st 1/2 hour the snow capped mountains were, decidedly purple. Next stop, Mesa Verde.
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