The Great Flood Of '09

Some disheartening news, dear people. We woke up refreshed and excited to head to Bandalier National Park and onto Amarillo, TX, where Nicole has expressed her desire for a handsome man in tight jeans, a plaid shirt, a Stentson, a big belt buckle and spurs bring her meat - a steak the size of her head, I believe she's said. Imagine our surprise when she went to change in the RVs bathroom/her closet (if you don't know what I'm talking about, see the video link for a tour of the RV) and everything she owns was ringing wet! All her underwear...soaking wet. All her books....wet. All her unmentionables...wet. The grace in this flood damage is that all of her clean clothing was packed in space saver bags, so she's got clean, dry clothing on. The wet things are in the Ranchero de Santa Fe laundry room, drying themselves off for the next 45 minutes.

We think that we need to dump our water tanks....so here's the grace with that. We haven't used the bathroom as, you know, a bathroom. We've hooked up water to brush our teeth, do dishes and the like, so it's "our" water, if you get my drift. We think we may need to dump it, so as soon as our neighbors finish up their breakfast and mosey on back into their 4-bedroom home on wheels (given that our sewer dump hole is right at their feet - ain't we nice?), we'll hook up the sewer and see if that doesn't do it. This RV stuff can be challenging at times.

On the flip side, we had a lovely campfire last night (and if you're wondering, we purchased the wood at the grocery store...our national forests are still intact, thank you very much). Nicole made a fire from scratch...she told me she'd give me the receipe later. We roasted marshmallows for s'mores and hot dogs. It was camping nirvanah.

On to see some Pueblo ruins. The plan now seems to be to do that, then find a laundromat somewhere along the way, do some laundry, and while that's happening, explore the neighborhood and do lunch. Then onto Amarillo, where Nicole will be delighted to find that, indeed, it IS different than an armadillo. We think....
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