After a couple of weekends off, dear daughter and I went out for an overnighter again last night. We're getting pretty good at this. As soon as I got home from work (after a very brief mom/daughter spat which ended when she told me I shouldn't fight with my camping buddy), she grabbed our pillows and bug spray (actually we had very few bugs, not enough moisture to produce any this summer), I grabbed our grub boxes (I keep forgetting the hot pads, I think I'll knit some today), and we headed out. We were back at Bandelier Nat Monument, it's easier when I have worked the day. I'd guess they were 50-60% full, but there were still nice spots. We were on the Albert's Squirrel loop. I had loaded a new star-finder app on my phone, so rather than hunting pokemon, we were searching for things visible to the naked eye (next time we'll grab the binoculars, at least!), like Mars, Saturn, the moon, and even M16 (I'm pretty sure). This morning, rather than hunting pokemon, I was trying to get a picture of a baby bunny. Here he is, just to the right and above the center of the picture. Look for his beady black eye. He is facing to the left of the picture and is about the size of your loosely closed fist.

Next week I am heading to summer camp, the Rocky Mountain Fiddle Camp, which spans two weekends, so it will be 3 weeks before Patsy and I can do this again. And no, I won't be learning fiddle, I am signed up for guitar (haven't played more than a chord or two in 30 years!), Irish tin whistle, Irish drum, and cello. Dear step-mom and dear brother are both adult students of fiddle, step-mom is taking hammered dulcimer and guitar again, and brother could probably teach the piano classes. I don't know what else they are taking, or brother's significant other. It should be fun!
Catherine
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