Cloudcrofting like a BOSS – Day 3

Breakfast: Bacon and Eggs. Again.

Then there was coffee.

And I finally remembered to make some coffee.

Then I played the trumpet

The Elk weren’t bugling, so I figured I should. I hadn’t pulled out my trumpet since we got here, so I wanted to get a little practice in.

Then Kokopelli broke the french press.

A hush fell over the household, then the sound of great mourning went up from the people. But the dancing man, he don’t care.

We had a very relaxing morning, and we devised to go skating at 2:00pm. That left plenty of time for Abbie to do some sledding and even build a snow fort. GAH! I had wanted to build a snow fort, and I forgot about it! Well, Abbie built one anyhow.

We headed into town. How do we travel? Like this:

Then I drove to Cloudcroft with a teeshirt, and the car window open.
Then Abbie sat in the passenger seat, in a teeshirt, with the window open.
Who needs a coat when it’s 48 degrees fahrenheit?
Then we saw turkeys again.

More turkeys on the way down the mountain. They are hard to see, but there are about 6 of them in there.

Then we got to the skating rink. Given my technological constrictions at the moment, you’ll have to wait for more footage from the rink, but Abbie went from zero to sixty in the short time we were there.

She just kept pushing herself the whole time, and really developed some skills she didn’t have when she arrived.

Then she kept on skating.
Apparently, I am capable of putting my hands in the air.

The really funny thing about the skating – I was a celebrity on the ice. Really. People kept coming up to me and asking me to teach them how to do what I was doing. “How do you spin around like that?” “How do you skate backwards?” And on, and on. I was tired. I sat down. Someone would come up to me and ask me how to do something, or how I made it look so easy.

Me. A fat old man. Who lives in Texas, and has only been on the ice once or twice in the last 25 years. I’m the belle of the ball. Well, it’s nice to be loved.

The temperatures were closing back down toward freezing as we headed back up the mountain. It was a little slippery, but manageable.

Then we saw some elk.
Then we saw this. Not the beard, dummy – the beautiful sky.
Then we caught a beautiful peak at the other mountain.

We got home and started preparing for departure. As much work as we could do, then we watched The Breakfast Club. Every time I watch it, I am surprised by how crude it is. I find myself embarrassed sitting next to my daughter during some scenes. But it really is a brilliant movie.

And there was evening, and here was morning – a third day.