Ed

As I write this, lightning is flashing somewhere over Abiquiu. Not much, and not often, but enough to make for a pretty light show. The first of the year (that I've seen).

I love the thunderstorms here, and love sitting in the dark watching the distant and silent lightning. I also love the fierce close-up storms, the house-shaking crashes of thunder, the (very) rare sizzle that precedes a nearby strike.

The storm is dying. The flashes are about 2 minutes apart now... but sometimes that's when they're best. It can be worth waiting for the final flash, that furious yet brief climax. Not tonight, though: this one has just faded away.

We're off to Utah, on an Elderhostel program with Ginger's folks. It should be a decent and educational experience... but I wonder what they mean by "easy to moderate walks"? I bet their idea of "moderate" isn't the same as Ginger's.

We leave Sunday morning for St. George. Ginger has managed to catch a bug, so she hit the sack early tonight in hopes of fighting it off. St. George is about a day's drive from Los Alamos, and we have two days to get there, so we'll take it easy.