Somewhere between Grants and Gallup, the weather turned bad; sometime after Gallup, it got a good deal worse - serious summer storms. After ten minutes or so - it felt like ten hours - cowering on the hard shoulder, in the company of a couple of school buses, and other sensible motorists, and with large trucks hurtling by, I drove on to the next turn-off, and sheltered in place there for a while. But the rain cleared, and we made it to the sanctuary of Winslow's La Posada, where the garden made me wonder why I hadn't planted the whole back yard in Eldorado with sunflowers right at the beginning of the summer (I had the seed packets, so why the inertia??)
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