The Hawthornes butted heads today. We were in Colorado and I wanted to go north to Pikes Peak. I wanted to be in the Rocky Mountains. I wanted SNOW. Mr. Hawthorne is scared of snow and put his foot down. I love snow. I wanted to see snow. It wouldn't be in Colorado Springs though. He just replaced the rear brakes and didn't want to test them any more. I kept telling him about this cog railway that takes you to the top. He'd have none of it. Thus no midst of Rocky Mountains. No Pikes Peak. No summit at a 14,000-plus peak. No cog railway. We turned south. Our destinations: Taos, then Santa Fe.
I'm sad. This is the last of snow covered mountains I'll ever see for some time. I wanted to go North. Alas, we go South.
Oh wait! What's this? This is on top of a mountain that we wound way around. We started out at about in the mid-60's, temperature-wise, not age-wise. Then we drove up Paseo del Pueblo Norte. There was snow on the ground and in the treetops and the temperature was a nipply 22 degrees.
Oh, this was a beautiful drive.