Still Here .... Sigh

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Yep, I am still here. This weekend was supposed to be "Moving, Part 2" but it didn't happen. I won't say that I wasn't upset when I found out after 5PM on Friday when it was too late to call around for other resources. It was pretty devastating news, in fact, after thinking that this one source of great stress had been covered. And, had I known just a day earlier, I could have stocked up with the bigger bag of dog food, more generator gas and beer at least. As it was, I blew my back out on that supply run so I had little to lose pain-wise by lugging greater quantities of supplies at the time. But Wayne was not in great health to begin with, tried his best for me and will undergo surgery for possible bladder cancer on Tuesday, right as their own plans for a new homestead get underway. I will have to write about his trials after he left here late last Sunday with the big trailer - never a dull moment, I tell you. They are both great people and have their own plate full to overflowing right now - please send them your best thoughts, too.

After a week of threatening thunderstorms, this weekend was as weather-perfect as I could have hoped and prayed for; cool with absolutely cloudless blue skies. It's definitely the beginning of Fall in the high desert here with the temperatures falling into the 30s at night and rising into the comfortable 70s during the day. I am feeling very guilty about prolonging our exodus since the gas field, the road maintainers and the BLM have been so generous and committed to keeping these roads passable for my departure. Please send your thoughts and prayers in keeping the washes and creek dry until I can find new help with the last of the move out.

I will start calling around today in earnest to find suitable work-arounds to complete this move. One part is hopefully already in motion thanks to Virgil. He and Jenny came out yesterday with a buyer for the big welder so that is one less heavy item to find trailer space for or worry about leaving to the inevitable scavengers. He was feeling awfully bad that his own truck is laid up but he has come through for me like the ultra dependable friend he always was to Terry and I. If all is going well today, he has hitched a ride into Albuquerque and will be driving Terry's big Ram and the gooseneck trailer back out here for the next reload. Red will be flying out to a B52/tanker reunion shortly so I can't rely on his calm-under-fire logistical thinking this week but everything will work out according to some big but seemingly nebulous plan for the best ... of that, I have no doubt.

This is just a quick update in the midst of vast uncertainty so no need to leave a comment this time - I know you are all still here with me and it's truly keeping me going. Hopefully the next update will be done from the far end of this new journey.
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