If you have a moment to spare clicking the pics will show you care, but if you don't happen to give a hoot, my pics value is in dispute.
Towering over the Sand Dunes National Park. The 700 feet tall peaks of sand appear as mere ripples on the beach compared to the massive Sangre de Cristo's
Several things prod me to head south for the winter every year. The most important thing is the temperature decreasing during the weeks of October. It doesn't drop like a rock; it's just a steady decline of temperatures over October, which are inter-spaced with warm, sunny days, but then a front will come through, and it will feel like winter for a few days. This causes me to have to run my furnace and watch my propane bills increase.
Another thing that eases me out the door is the slowly diminishing sunshine. There are a lot of very large trees in the neighborhood, including my daughter's front yard, which is fine during the height of the summer because the sun is directly overhead, unaffected by the trees. But as Fall slowly creeps into view, the sun sinks lower and lower on the horizon, and inch by inch, the sun starts to disappear behind the trees for more and more hours of the day. And since I live on sunshine, I have to start cutting back on my electric use so I don't overburden my batteries.
Another sign it's time to leave is when the cold fronts start getting here more often and last longer. The cold fronts will quickly change our normally sunny days into several days of cloudy weather, which makes keeping my batteries charged up even more difficult than having the sun low on the horizon and filtered through the trees. And it finally reaches a point where I can't get enough solar charging to stay comfortable.
I could also decide to leave on October 29, for no other reason than that's the first day that I officially became a full-timer, and drove away in the Arctic Fox to built a brand-new life for myself from scratch.
A lesser problem, but a problem nonetheless, is the cold fronts that were getting now bring cloudy, chilly weather. But soon those very same cold fronts will bring snow... And I don't like snow. Snow is a four-letter word. I don't mind if snow falls on other people, but I don't want it falling on me. I don't want to shovel it; I don't want to scrape it off my windows; I don't want to shovel the snow off the roof of the camper; I don't want to slip on it when I'm walking around, I don't want anything to do with it. And so far, the best way I've found to deal with it is to head south and stay there until it's over.
Migrating Sandhill Cranes. I will probably see these Cranes again at the Bosque Del Apache, or Whitewater Draw. But, since they all look identical it will be hard to walk over and say hi.
Cose-up of a Lily.
The craggy peaks of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Many a Spaniard and Anglo have searched these mountains for silver and gold dating back to the early 1700s.
Some discovered what they were looking for and riches on them befell,
Others died amongst these mountains and their soul does herein dwell,
Most learned that gold and silver does not the story tell,
These mountains named "The Blood of Christ" holds their secrets well.