With the snow pack this year in the San Juan and the Sangre de Cristo Mountains as low as 20% of normal, I’m afraid my river will be a rivulet this year. By the time it gets to San Antonio, godnose what’ll be left.
In other news, the Bike to Nowhere and I rode 10 miles through the Dolomites yesterday, crossing a high Alpine pass at the end of winter. It was a beautiful ride followed by a somewhat amended PT routine. My roommates only had one moment of “OH my god what happened to her???” hysteria. Now I know what Bear would do if she thought I was hurt, and she couldn’t get to me. She would bark. She would go to the living room and bark out the window. Calling for help? No idea, but she was NOT happy until I called out, “It’s OK Bear.” Then she went outside.
The Scarlet Emperor Beans are thriving, and I am grateful to Bear for digging me a couple of good holes against wrought iron patio supports where I can plant them.
I’m also doing my first official book review — Another Good Dog by Cara Sue Achterberg. I’m a very impatient reader. If a book doesn’t grab me immediately, I might still read it (probably not) but I’ll hate every minute and regard the writer as uncool. I planned to save the book for my rehab, thinking that reading about a kind and funny woman fostering rescue dogs would be a great way to help the healing process. BUT… I opened the book as soon as it arrived yesterday, and I was grabbed. It might help me through the “HOLY SHIT I’M ABOUT TO HAVE SURGERY” process instead. You can learn more about Cara and the dogs with whom she shares her life from her blog Another Good Dog.
This is Bear’s and my song, by the way, and somehow she knows it. As soon as it started (sent to my stereo through the miracle of wifi and my iPhone) she brought me her very disgusting toy and climbed into my lap. We both especially like the last verse about walking in the snow. I hope the coming winter — which is a ways off, granted — brings snow to Bear, me and the Rio Grande. We all need it. ❤