Tucson

I can see why people want to spend winters here. It's February, the sun is shining, there's a high of 88 degrees, the birds are chirping, and Brent already saw a hummingbird this morning. We're at the Sheraton out here, taking a leisurely morning before going off to our last scheduled WWOOF in Amado, AZ. We've got both doors open, we've had a fire drill, and Brent shaved his head.

The past week we spent with my parents in Fort Collins. We've been trying to plan a cruise as a reunion for my Dad's half of the family, and that has finally coalesced into actions. Everyone now has rooms on the right boat, so we can stop agonizing over which cruise, what line, what rooms, etc. It's very freeing. Mom made us an amazing celebratory dinner with Min Tong (a Chinese dumpling-y type soup) and Chon (Korean meaty pancakes). We're so pan-Asian.

It was an uneventful drive from Ft. Collins. We stayed the night in Albuquerque with Brent's Mom and brother (thanks Margaret and Nathan!), who fed us great enchiladas with awesome red chile, and then sent us on our way with half of a giant loaf of home baked potato rosemary bread. Oh, so delicious! We should stop there more often! Brent's been feeling sort of icky, so we chose to crash indoors for the night, rather than shacking up in the car in a state park somewhere, and here we are, relaxing at the Sheraton. It should only take us a couple of hours to get the WWOOF, so we'll probably drive around Tucson a little (Brent wants to see the airplane graveyard) before heading south.

Kim