This is what socks do to my ankles:

Perhaps next week I will do better. I've decided that my camera is not broken... it just lacks duct tape. Hopefully that will get me through the upcoming trip to New Mexico.
/rl
Trying to make something pretty, 52 times a year.
Los Alamos has its own little tiny airport, complete with one runway and a little shack that serves as the terminal. I hear it is very exciting to fly out of - it is built right on the edge of a mesa, so if you were to just drive off the end of the runway you would already be several hundred feet in the air. Here's the sock they use there to keep the wind's foot warm. It looks like he wasn't using it when I took this picture.
The next mesa over from me houses Los Alamos's stables, where horses, donkeys, and a few goats live. Maddy likes taking drives through them to see the horses, and the horses are probably perfectly happy to see her too. She let me come along for the trip this time so I could take a picture of a horse and its stable.
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A while back I got myself a big wall map, some map pins, and some foam board so I could keep track of where I've traveled. It's kind of like the Google map of all of the airports I've been through, only more physical and less crowded. Here we see two pins, marking when Lis and I went to Australia after getting married. The close one marks Sydney, while the back one marks Katoomba. I see that another adventure snuck its way into this picture too - the map is right next to a window that got left open when we fled the house earlier this summer, and the pins still have a little dusting of the ash that blew in while we were gone.