A GOOD SIGN

We left Sedona early this morning after having breakfast at a restaurant in the canyon. Even though the air is cold, the skies are blue and that is a good sign.

Today we drove US 40—which is the old Route 66, an old highway that used to take vacationers east to west and back before the interstate was built. It's filled with small towns. Some are still vibrant, others seem a little gloomy—but all still have personality, a local high school, and a local pub. You wonder what it would be like to live in every one of them.

I am fascinated by all these places. "What if I lived here? Where would I buy my art supplies? Who would come visit? Do I know everyone in town? How close is the nearest airport? Does my husband run for mayor?" I am pretty certain that I would have a lot of animals if I lived here and that's about the only thing I know for sure.

Now in New Mexico, we made our camp just outside Albuquerque and cooked grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup for dinner. Today we were rewarded with quite a few little towns and quite a few good signs.