You missed me, right?
Anywhere your family is gathered is a great place for a Thanksgiving celebration, but my daughter's house in southeast Arizona beats my place in northwest Louisiana on weather, view, counter-space, table length, booze, wildlife, audio-visual equipment, and campfire setup.
The Huachuca Mountains, as seen from the backyard:
The view east is good too, except for the power lines, which aren't nearly as distracting as they appear in the photo. See the deer?
This rabbit let me get a little bit closer, and held still for a few seconds while the camera focused.
We ate good all week and I've got several new recipes to post later. The fried turkey (larger than it appears in this photo) was the highlight.
After stuffing ourselves, we relaxed, chatted, and star-gazed around a fire built by the other son-in-law. It's nice to have an Eagle Scout in the family. His knowledge of the constellations is impressive, and now I can identify more than the big dipper. I lost count of the number of 'falling stars' we saw.
Our drive back home wasn't nearly as pleasant as the drive to Arizona. Saturday evening before we left, the wind started and didn't ease up until Sunday evening somewhere around Midland-Odessa. Fortunately, it never got quite as bad as in this photo.
Upon hearing we were driving across Texas, some expressed sympathy, "It's 800 miles of a lot of nothing" or "It's all the same." That's not true. Our drive through Texas started just east of Waskom, ended just west of El Paso. Of the seven ecoregions in Texas, we got to see parts of five - the Pineywoods, Prairies and Lakes, Hill Country, Panhandle Plains, and Big Bend Country. Some day, I want to take a couple of weeks to make that drive, exploring the wonders of all the different regions.
