Day 1

It feels like we spent the last two weeks scrambling to get everything done.  Appointments, bike racks, good byes, house projects, purging and packing, etc. etc. etc.  In the midst of the chaos I lost my phone and we pushed back the departure by a day.  But then there was the calm of we're doing it.  We finally pulled it all together.  With the Flatirons in the rear view mirrors I was feeling sentimental and reflective about how we ended up in Boulder and all of our wonderful friends. 


This has been a hard good bye for all of us.  There is a deep sadness that comes with saying farewell to the known, the comfort of familiar faces, and where to find the groceries you need in the store.  Of course that sadness has been off set with excitement and joy.  I've wanted to visit Santa Fe, NM with our kids for years.  It seems like such a neat town when I read about it.  As our day turned long with the kids getting impatient to arrive something worse occurred.  Suddenly the van had no power, gas floored and we were only going 45.  Something was clearly wrong with the van.  We scrambled to find somewhere to pull off the interstate and evaluated the situation.  The transmission fluid seemed low so Geary walked to a gas station and got a quart of fluid.  We topped it off and hoped, although doubted, it would solve the problem.  It quickly became clear that adding transmission fluid did not solve the problem.  We slowly trekked towards Santa Fe, NM, our planned stopped, all the while wondering if we were going to end up broken down on the side of i-25.  Thankfully we found an alternative option in Las Vegas, NM.