Sunday Coffee – 100 Happy Days, Part 2

I’m halfway through this 100-day photo challenge to capture a happy moment from each day. Days 26 to 50 go from Sept 26th to Oct 20th, and the first big chunk of them were during vacation. There were days when it was tough to choose just ONE happy photo! Back at home, and still suffering from a lot of mental health issues, it’s been tougher. However, I keep trying to find little pieces of joy. The following photos are from the Day 26-50 time period, but skip vacation days, as I’ve basically featured those in posts already. So really, this is from October 3rd to 20th. In no particular order:

From 10/12 – Some days, you just need a chocolate muffin.

From 10/16 – Jason and I have begun the next phase of planting in our yard, and while we were out at the nursery, they had fall bouquets for sale. I loved them so much and definitely got one. Despite doing pretty well in terms of a garden in our yard, I actually have a black thumb. The garden thrives purely because I let it do its own thing and don’t mess with it! So I’ve never been able to keep a potted plant alive. I don’t know how this one will fare, but at least it’s pretty in the meantime.

From 10/5 – There’s nothing particularly remarkable about this photo, but there was something pretty remarkable about this moment. Nimi was sitting in my lap getting her afternoon pets. She’s a very cuddly cat with a personality that is completely different from the traditional idea of torties. The kittens began sniffing around, wanting to get pets, too. Nimi gave this little huffing sigh, stood up, and shuffled over to occupy only a single leg of my lap, so that there was room for the littles to climb up. It was the sweetest thing ever and I would’ve given her a big hug except she’d hate that. Instead, I took a photo.

From 10/9 – This skeleton has been making the Halloween rounds in our house since 2018. Back then, our entire beautiful xeriscaped yard had been ripped open to the bedrock in order to fix a plumbing mistake made in the mid-90s when the house was built (why????). And frankly, when your yard gets ripped up and is nothing but dirt and rocks in September, you’ve got to make the best of it. So we bought this skeleton and some skeleton “parts” and buried them in the yard for Halloween. Before this skeleton was buried, he performed hamlet (2nd photo at that link) in our living room, and ever since then, Ambrose has positioned him into various poses throughout October. Whether he’s planking on the living room floor, giving birth (3rd photo at last link), or watching TV like in this photo, this little guy enjoys life. (At present, he’s outside with arms outstretched for Halloween, a scraggly shawl tied over his shoulders.)

From 10/17 – We had a beautiful cold front this weekend, so made a fire in our fire pit in the evening. The moon, not quite full, was so beautiful with thin clouds in front of it. I’ve never been able to get a good photo of the moon, and after trying with my phone, I got out my full tripod and camera with telephoto lens to see what I can do. The whole process was frustrating – I could see every bump and crevice through my viewfinder, but the photos were coming out as nothing more than a coin of bright light! A friend sent me at article that talked about tips and tricks for taking these photos, so I followed them…and this is what I got! It’s an incredible photo, and I got several others. It made me so happy to get a really good photo of the moon!

Hopefully with more cold fronts on the way – and a tweaking of my medications after a doctor’s appointment to discuss my lethargy this week – things will start to feel a bit better. As always, if you want to follow along and see all the photos, I’m posting them both on Facebook and my Instagram. (My instagram is currently on private, however, so just send a follow request!)

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The Original (audio)

by Brandon Sanderson and Mary Robinette Kowal

Holly wakes up in the hospital, confused and disoriented. She demands to know what happened to her, and suspects that she has died and been replicated. Except, she has no memory of the moments leading up to her death. That’s when they tell her the truth – she’s a provisional replica, alive for only four days, with one purpose: to kill her original self, because her original killed her husband.

This is a very short little novella, but it packs a major punch. PR Holly has very little time to process the information given to her: that in her former life/body, she killed the husband she loved so much, and then went on the run. In addition to the disbelief she feels at the idea of killing her husband, she must deal with the grief of losing that husband, who is with her in her last memories, plus the added pressure of killing her original. How do you find yourself, in a literal sense of the word? And what do you do when you find her? Can this all be a mistake? Can the government that created your provisional life be trusted? When the entire world bends to a technology that manipulates reality, is anything really trustworthy left?

This book was brilliant. First, I want to say that despite it being written by two authors, I never would have known it was a collaboration. This isn’t like some books that have different chapters or points of view written by different authors, or even a round robin style book like The Chopin Manuscript. I don’t know how Sanderson and Robinette Kowal did their collaboration, but it’s flawless all the way through. Second, because I know Sanderson’s work so well (having read, um, 28 of his books at least once apiece so far…), I suspected that not all is as it seems at the start of the book, and that there would be twists and revelations – ones that should be obvious from the beginning but somehow never are. And yeah, I was right. I suspected everything under the sun except what actually came to pass. Sanderson wins again. Third, this is how you do an ambiguous ending. I got literally chills as I listened.

PS – Clearly I need to read something by Mary Robinette Kowal, which I haven’t done up to this point. If anyone knows any of her books, please pass along suggestions!

Performance: Julia Whelan reads this audiobook. Whelan is kinda hit or miss for me, but when she’s hit, she’s brilliant. This was one of the brilliant ones. Her narration was perfect for the book. I can definitely see myself re-listening in the future!

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The Woods are Always Watching, by Stephanie Perkins

Best friends Neena and Josie are about to be separated for college. As a last hurrah – and attempt to cement their friendship – they decide to go backpacking and camping for three days in the Appalachian Mountains. Of course, neither of them are outdoorsy, and their preparation is more academic than practical. What could go wrong?

Book TW: rape, sexual assault, mention of sexual abuse, loss of a parent, loss of a limb, discussion/threat of necrophilia, discussion/threat of torture.

Oh god, y’all. This book. It was…just no. I mean, at first I liked it. The first hundred pages or so was about these two girls getting their butts kicked by nature and hiking because they were completely unprepared. The message was clear: Don’t be this kind of stupid. And of course, because the girls are hurting and cranky, it provides a perfect stew for their resentments to come to life and boil over, so they bicker a lot. All this is fine. May not be every person’s book, but I get it. I’m cool with that part.

Then comes the turn towards a “waking nightmare” as the book jacket describes it, and the book descends into a cross between Deliverance and a Road Runner cartoon. It was that bad, y’all. It doesn’t help that, due to the cover and the fact that people were reading this for RIP, I expected the turn toward nightmare to involve something spooky, occultish, ritualistic, or otherwise Halloween-dark. No. There is nothing RIP-like about this book. It’s a thriller that plays on stereotypes and leans heavily on gory images for tension. I mean, yeah, it’s scary that bad people exist and do bad things, but that doesn’t make the book a “dark thriller” or in any way RIP-ish. It also doesn’t warrant a spooky cover that plays off paranormal packaging. So don’t let the cover fool you. This is a straight up YA thriller that isn’t all that well-executed.

The rest of this review will contain spoilers, because I need a place to write these thoughts down. This book was so maddening! So skip the rest if you don’t want to know. Also skip if you don’t like mean reviews. I normally try to stay very neutral about books, even ones I dislike, but sometimes, books deserve rants, and this is one of those times.

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The Postscript Murders, by Elly Griffiths (audio)

From GoodReads: The death of a ninety-year-old woman with a heart condition should not be suspicious. Detective Sergeant Harbinder Kaur certainly sees nothing out of the ordinary when Peggy’s caretaker, Natalka, begins to recount Peggy Smith’s passing. But Natalka had a reason to be at the police station: while clearing out Peggy’s flat, she noticed an unusual number of crime novels, all dedicated to Peggy. And each psychological thriller included a mysterious postscript: PS: for PS. When a gunman breaks into the flat to steal a book and its author is found dead shortly thereafter—Detective Kaur begins to think that perhaps there is no such thing as an unsuspicious death after all. And then things escalate: from an Aberdeen literary festival to the streets of Edinburgh, writers are being targeted. DS Kaur embarks on a road trip across Europe and reckons with how exactly authors can think up such realistic crimes…

A couple years back, I read The Stranger Diaries, which led me to Griffiths’ Ruth Galloway series. Griffiths has become one of my favorite authors and I look forward to all her releases. I didn’t expect a sequel(ish) to The Stranger Diaries, though. It was fully standalone, without even any cliffhangers or teasers. And really, this isn’t a sequel. It’s more of a sidestep, with one of the detectives in TSD as one of the main narrators of this book. The odd thing is, as much as I like DS Harbinder Kaur, I barely remember her from the first book. Maybe I’m just mis-remembering the book – it has been a few years – but I thought of her as a very minor character. It felt weird to shift sideways to Kaur as the primary character, with the series named after her.

I think this is why it took me so long to get into the book. I kept wondering if I should go back and revisit TSD, but this new book had literally nothing to do with the former, other than a shared character. And Kaur wasn’t the only narrator. Three others shift around as main narrators/characters, a sort of ragtag bunch that get in the way of solving a series of murders as much as they help to solve them. They were all new, and it took me awhile to warm up to everyone. Once I finally gave myself some dedicated listening time, though, I got swept up pretty quickly.

The best thing about Griffiths’ mysteries is that they are multifaceted and not so easy to solve. I’ve read so many mysteries and thrillers, both adult and YA, that lay down one of two stories: Either there is a set list of killer candidates, and you’re supposed to guess which one is the true killer (each are equally possible), or there are sudden crazy “twists” that you aren’t supposed to see coming (and are often really obvious). Griffiths dives deeper. This book, for instance, goes into the Crimean war, cryptocurrency fraud, book blogging, the horrid working conditions for recent immigrants in Britain, the history of homophobia, Alzheimer’s, and the publishing industry, to name a few. Mistakes are made, accusations proved wrong, and some bits never fully cleared up – just as would happen in real life. This is what I love so much about Griffiths’ mysteries. They have more substance and messiness. It makes me happy to know there will be more forthcoming in the series, even if it took me ages to properly start reading this one!

Performance: The Postscript Murders is narrated by Nina Wadia. It was my first experience with her and I have no real complaints. The only time I struggled was entirely due to my own issues. There’s a particular high-pitched frequency that hurts my ears, and when I tried to listen to this audiobook in the car, many of Wadia’s words would lilt up to that frequency. So I just couldn’t listen in the car. Not her fault. So not the best performance for me personally, purely by circumstance, but Wadia did a good job narrating anyway.

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Sunday Coffee – Overflowing TBR

A combination of 1) not-really-reading-much over the last 18 month, 2) several new sources of book recommendations, and 3) listening to podcasts instead of audiobooks, has led to my TBR growing larger than I’ve seen it since 2014. There are currently 55 books on my TBR, excluding those that have yet to be published. That’s not much compared to most of the book bloggers of the world, but ever since my massive book purge in 2010/2011, I get anxiety if my TBR hits 30. I’m WAY overdue for some culling. It’s time to pull out the big guns – the techniques I used back in 2010/2011 to shave my TBR from nearly 400 to less than 10 books.

For those who have been reading a long time, this is an old story, so feel free to skip this paragraph as a recap of this particular technique. Basically, this is what I do. First, I make and organize a list of all the books, and order as many as are available from the library. When they arrive, I sit down with them in a pile and read the first five pages of each. After five pages, they go in one of three piles: yes, I still want to read it; no, it gets culled; and unsure. The unsure pile gets another five pages read, at which point, it goes into one of the first two piles. I got very good at this method of culling, and 99% of the time, I can tell when a book is a yes or a no within those first few pages – if not the first few paragraphs. (Note: Nonfiction takes longer for a yes, but not for a no.) The No books go back to the library. The Yes books get sorted into ones I want to read before returning, and those I’ll read later and keep on the TBR list in the meantime. For books that aren’t available through the library, I use other methods to try the first five pages: ebook previews, local bookstores, Audible previews, etc. Very few books aren’t available to preview somewhere. If a book is too hard or costly to find, I tend to drop it from the TBR unless the premise is super intriguing or the author is one I implicitly trust. Note: I do not buy unread books except under special circumstances, so buying them is NOT an option. Also note: I’ve never once regretted dropping a book from my TBR.

Okay. So now that that recap is out of the way, it’s time for me to start on the culling process. I would like to have my list down to as few as possible by the end of October. The first part of this process involves organizing the list, which I’ve already done. I’ve split the titles into:

  • those that I know I definitely want to keep on the list, no preview needed
  • owned books (audio and physical)
  • requested from the library
  • books I can preview at B&N
  • downloadable samples from Amazon*

In the week since making this list, I’ve been able to sort through a huge number of books, mostly off the library and Amazon lists. I’ve culled a total of 25 books in the last few days. There are still four in my library holds that have longer queues, and I’ve finished all the Amazon samples. Five books have moved over to the Yes group, and two books are currently in a nebulous “maybe in the future” pile that could go either way. Most of what’s left is from my Audible** to-investigate list. Unfortunately, most*** of these audiobooks can’t go through the same process. Audible offers a preview already, and I listen to that before buying the book! Narrator is very important to me, so I would never buy an audiobook without testing the narrator. I can’t do as much culling as actually listening to these books. (That’s not to say I won’t get further than a preview in one or two, and decide I don’t like the book, and return it. They aren’t definitely on the Yes list.) Thankfully, nicer weather is almost upon us, and soon there will be some long walks in my future! It’s time to prioritize the audiobooks over the podcasts for a bit.

There’s still work to go, but things are starting to get manageable on my TBR. Altogether, there were 55 already-published books on my list, and that number has now dropped to 27 – a full halving! That’s definitely progress, but I need to keep going. There are quite a number of publishing dates that’ll pop that 27 upwards in the near future, and already 27 is very near the top of my limit. So I just need to keep pushing, especially re: the audiobooks, and get this TBR pile under strict control!!

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*Amazon is my last resort because I’m trying to move away from using their business model (please just ignore that I’m still on Audible…), but I’m glad they generally have ebook samples available. I didn’t have a single book that I had to remove from the list for being too difficult to find, thanks to these samples.

**I’m a little irritated with Audible right now because for some unknown reason, they’ve flagged my account so that I can only make returns by going directly to customer service. They can’t tell me why and they say nothing’s wrong with my account, but it’s irritating because I’ve bought hundreds (if not thousands) of books from them in the last decade and I’ve returned maybe a dozen, so I’m definitely not abusing the system! I want to get through these ASAP, do any returns I need to do, and straighten out my stupid account. Anyway.

***There are a few that Jason owns, and because we previously had an Amazon family plan, I have access to all of his purchases. Most, I’m not interested in, and didn’t have downloaded or on my TBR, but a couple were added. Those I can preview like I would any Audible purchase and choose yes or no like any other book.

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SW Road Trip, part 3: Carlsbad

After our days in Las Cruces, we entered what turned out to be the most negative part of the vacation. Not that it was all negative, but we had a few things happen that soured some moments. I’m going to try to focus on the positive, though!

Day 7 – 9/30
We reserved Day 7 for travel, going from Las Cruces to Carlsbad (the city, not the caverns), where we would spend three nights in a hotel. The trip was only about 3.5 hours long, but we didn’t want to try to cram both travel and an excursion into the same day. We figured that if we wanted to, we could find a park to hang out in, or do something else fun. And that didn’t end up being the thing.

When we arrived at our “hotel” in Carlsbad, it turned out to be a motel instead, despite the Hotels.com description. Parts of the motel were under construction, with broken out windows and doors. The lobby smelled like cigarette smoke. The whole place looked very sketchy. I was reminded of when we first moved back to TX in 2017 and ended up at a motel that was full of roaches, rats, syringes, used condoms, and other detritus. I didn’t even want to get out of the car, and I certainly didn’t want to check into a room. We’d arrived early, so we canceled our reservation and set up at a nearby Hyatt. It was, thank goodness, far better!

(literally my only pic this day)

Unfortunately, Carlsbad itself was awful, especially in contrast to Las Cruces. We tried to find local places to eat, and there were very few options. Everything was on the just-above-fast-food level – Mexican food that could double as Taco Cabana, cheap bbq, and greasy bar American food. Literally nothing else in the entire stupid town. We ended up getting pizza the first day because 1) it was close to the hotel and 2) we hadn’t eaten lunch because we were driving through the the middle of nowhere at the time. And then there was the stink – the whole city smelled of sewage or rotten eggs. Jason said it was because it was an oil processing city, and that was the smell of the oil refineries. But GAH. Just yuck.

One more note from the day: I woke up to a message from a distant cousin asking me to be careful at the parks, spouting conspiracy theories from a man who runs a Bigfoot search organization, and the whole thing was just so sad. It pains me so much to have friends and family fall for this bs, and it’s just so common right now in the wake of Fake-News-Prump and Covid.

Day 8 – 10/1
This was our only good day in Carlsbad, mostly because we got out of the city and went south 15 miles to Carlsbad Caverns, my second-most anticipated stop on the trip. I’ve wanted to go into these caves for ages! They didn’t disappoint. We took the elevator down rather than going through the natural entrance (which would have involved hiking down a potentially slippery 750-foot drop), and then walked the 1.5-mile loop around the Caverns. The biggest thing I can say is this: I understand why the people who first found places like this believed in underground creatures. Your eyes pick things out and make stories of them. Some of those stories were pre-named (like the Fairy Garden or Mirror Lake), but J and I had a great time making up our own. The oogie boogie man. The king and queen of the underworld. The pit of despair. The giant skull. Dinosaur. Etc.

The only issue with the Caverns had to do with the air pressure. Being 750-feet below ground, I started getting a pressure headache almost immediately, and the spots that were clearly mildewed weren’t helping (I’m extremely sensitive to mold!). So yeah, I had a headache, but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!

Afterwards, we got quite a few souvenirs – a pin for my bag (actually two, because we found one with a bat on it in the second shop we visited), a spoon for Laurence, a bat bookmark (currently sitting in my RIP book!), a stuffed bat for when our next kid leaves home (long story, family tradition), and a few other things.

We returned to our hotel for the afternoon, picking up some ice cream along the way, and this is when the food situation started to get dire. I’d been eating as well as possible all through this trip. We even bought fresh fruit and salads while in Las Cruces! But there was just nothing in Carlsbad! We ordered dinner through DoorDash and what arrived was…inedible. And yet there was nothing else we could order. So we ended up eating leftover pizza, snacks, and more ice cream than we should have. I think my dinner mainly consisted of poptarts and mint chocolate chip. It didn’t bode well for the next day!!

Day 9 – 10/2
You have to have one failed day on a trip, right? This was our failed day. We got up early, grabbed the hotel breakfast (they had a hot or cold option), and set to eat on the way. My food was literally a small croissant. Jason’s was french toast sticks…that were moldy. UGH. Bad omens all around. Guadalupe Mountain National Park is about 45 mins away from Carlsbad, which is the closest city to it (hence why we continued to stay there). As I said in my hiking post, this was my least looked forward to destination – basically chosen because we would be in the area anyway. And again, as I said in that post, our first trail got us lost, and the second trail didn’t even truly get started because the really crappy eating in Carlsbad was catching up with us. While the Guadalupe Mountains were beautiful, I didn’t enjoy them at all.

We left the park, and on the way back to the hotel, we decided to go home a day early. Every night, I’d facetimed home to see my (human and feline) babies, and I was growing homesick. Plus, I wasn’t looking forward to trying to scrounge up a Walmart meal for dinner, as we already knew the restaurant situation was AWFUL. I just wanted to be home. Unfortunately, we couldn’t cancel our last night of the reservation, but we left anyway.

The trip home was 6.5 hours of drive time plus any stops (we had to get both lunch and gas a few times along the way). The first 2.5 hours were soooooo long, driving through the armpit of the world (the oil basin areas), slowing for every podunk town, stopping at several more of those weird one-lane roads with stoplights (at least these worked!). When we finally got on I10, it was the best thing ever. My car is tiny and doesn’t really do 80 mph very well, but I ran it like that anyway. We put on the audiobook of Elantris, because Jason hadn’t heard it before, and that kept us occupied for the rest of the trip. At least most of what we passed on I10 was pretty, going through an extended hill country and getting out of the oil part of TX. We’d warned the boys that we were coming home early, and it was good to have a welcoming committee (happy cats, sarcastic boys…) when we arrived.

Favorite photos from these days of the trip:
My three favorite photos from this trip (two from the Caverns, one from Guadalupe) are already featured above.

Fun stuff along the way:
Um, to be honest, this part of the trip was so blah except for the Caverns trip that I don’t have a lot of extra fun stuff…

  • Ironically, it was faster to drive through Texas to get to Carlsbad than to go through NM. So we entered El Paso right at the beginning of I10, and now both of us have seen the very first and very last mile of I10 in TX.
  • We saw another rainbow before entering Carlsbad Caverns! –>
  • There’s one restaurant in Carlsbad called KaleidoScoops, which we wanted to go to for ice cream, except all the reviews talked about the very non-pandemic-safe practices, so we chose not to. Great name, though!

So there you go. I know this ends on rather a down note, but overall, our vacation was actually quite nice. And I got to see a new part of the world! Plus, Jason and I spent most of our time away from other people, making sure we stayed safe and hopefully covid-free. It’s been since September 2018 that we’ve had a vacation, and it was really nice to finally have another after three years!!

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The Ex Hex, by Erin Sterling

Heartbroken at nineteen years old, Vivi breaks the family motto: Never mix vodka and witchcraft. Of course, she and her cousin Gwyn are just playing around. The “curses” they put on Vivi’s ex, Rhys, are of the utterly ridiculous type. And as far as Vivi can tell, nothing comes of that night. Not until nine years later, when Rhys returns to Graves Glen to strengthen the ley lines his ancestor put down, and suddenly the town is overrun with demonic toys, talking cats, and a spate of twisted spells gone wrong. Vivi must right her wrongs, while trying not to fall back in love with Rhys, who is just as alluring (and attracted to her) as ever.

Aah, this book was awesome! Definitely my favorite I’ve read in awhile. It’s chaotic, cozy, creepy, sexy, silly, and fun. For years, I’ve looked for romance novels that focus on magic rather than creatures (so sick of vampires, werewolves, and especially angels/demons!), but that’s really hard to find! And yes, technically, the characters in this story are witches, but does that count as creatures, really? It’s different than the typical paranormal romance genre, in any case. The focus was on the magic, not the fact that they were witches. And it’s the magic that I find interesting.

So yeah, it’s very seldom that I find a book that combines sorcery and romance. This was done very well!! The writing was excellent, and the story was top-notch. I’m very picky about which romance novels I read in general, because too often I feel like the romance has been slipped in to spice up the story (in which case, the writing feels awkward and out of place), or the plot is superfluous to the sexy bits. When an author can pull them both together – a story that would be excellent without the romance, but also fits the romance parts in seamlessly – I’m here for that. The Ex Hex did exactly that – and then added magic on top. Couldn’t get more perfect!

I tore through this book in a day, loving every bit of it. Now I need to go check out more of Sterling’s books!

PS – The talking cat was the absolute best. Clearly narrated by someone who knows cats well.

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SW Road Trip, part 2: Western New Mexico

Of all the days we spent traveling, these were my favorite. Western NM is a treat. I didn’t expect that at all, but I absolutely fell in love with the area. I understand now why people retire there.

Day 4 – 9/27
Literally the only thing on the agenda this day was to travel to our vrbo in New Mexico, roughly a 3.5-hour drive. Along the way, we would stop off for lunch on Roswell, because who wouldn’t stop off in the alien capital of the world for kitschy pictures, right? We got to sleep in and leave at our leisure. The vrbo person had already sent us instructions for the house (yes, house!) we’d be staying in for the next three nights, so we knew there wouldn’t be any problems there.

It didn’t take long to cross into a new state, in Texico, New Mexico – a name which had us in stitches. Not long after that came Roswell. We decided to save time by not going through the center of town. Instead, J read me facts about the city – disappointing facts, like one of their high schools’ mascots being the Coyotes, and hilarious ones, like their minor league baseball team being the Invaders. There was little alien stuff on signs and by motels and for sale at those side-of-the-road places that sell metal lawn kitsch. But we couldn’t even buy a stuffed alien at the gas station, so that was disappointing. We also couldn’t find any food besides fast food, so we ended up at Subway. Funny story: I didn’t plan this, but I was wearing my Unsolved Mysteries shirt that day, and two different Subway employees told me how much they loved that show and asked me if I’d seen the Roswell episode with the aliens. Ha! We weren’t even in a touristy part of town!

(2nd set of mountains)

After Roswell, we started to enter the mountains, and the landscape changed completely. I don’t remember which mountains were which – we crossed through the Sacramento and San Andres mountains during this trip – but the first set were covered in a tall pine forest, and both of us were just continually amazed by the beauty. Eventually, the first set of mountains ended, and we caught our first glimpse of White Sands National Park.

This is where we screwed up. For some reason, when we planned our trip, the maps app showed us the wrong location for White Sands National Park, putting it instead at the Organ Mountain-Desert Peaks National Monument next to Las Cruces, NM. So when we should have been staying in Alamogordo – home of the world’s largest pistachio, which was a disappointing statue rather than, I don’t know, a mutant pistachio that was fist-sized or something – we ended up in Las Cruces, 45 mins away from White Sands. But tbh, I don’t regret this mistake at all. First, it meant going through a second beautiful mountain range (pictured above), this one full of crumbling rocks and scrub rather than pine forest. Second, Las Cruces was amazing, and the house we rented for those three nights – three bedroom, 2.5 bath, view of the mountains in the distance – was awesome, and cheaper than the cost of a normal hotel room. Third, it gave us options for our unplanned Day 6 of the trip, but I’ll get into that later.

(view from our balcony)

Like I said, Las Cruces was beautiful. I’d always seen those flat, adobe, terracotta houses in movies, and thought that was just a stereotype of the southwest. I’d also seen replicas here in SA (and even up north), and they always looked silly and kinda stupid. In NM, they fit in with the landscape properly, and I fell in love with them in a way I never expected. The house we were in had a curly terracotta roof, a balcony with a good view, and a “yard” of astroturf. We ordered out from a local restaurant that night, India Hut, and had our first non-chain meal in days. It. Was. Bliss.

Day 5 – 9/28
We woke up on Day 5 to the most beautiful weather. A cold front had come through and it was in the 50s out, with no expectation to climb higher throughout the morning. This was our White Sands day! White Sands was my top destination on this trip, and it didn’t disappoint. I’ve talked about the hike itself previously, but I just want to take another moment to express how incredible this place was. I could’ve spent days and days out there. It was an entirely different landscape. Jason, who is interested in the history of things and reads up about them, told me all about how the area formed. I had no idea that it used to be a shore there! So when I said it felt like walking on beach sand…well, it WAS walking on beach sand. Except with no ocean anywhere near. The water table is also very close to the surface, keeping the sand cool and moist just under the surface.

One thing I didn’t discuss in the hike post was the sledding. Everyone told us that we needed to sled on the dunes. When we arrived by the trail we chose, we were literally the only car in the parking lot, but it was clear someone had been there at some point because two sleds had been left behind (grrr!). You can buy them at the gift shop, as well as the wax to make them slide easier, and then sell them back afterwards for part of what you paid. This had been our plan, but instead we grabbed these two that were essentially left as trash. After our hike, we each slid down one of the dunes. Unfortunately, because we didn’t have the wax and because of the on-and-off rain, it wasn’t good sledding weather. We each only went once. But I’m glad we got the experience of it! (PS – We returned the sleds to the visitor’s center, and donated them rather than selling them back.)

One really weird and/or sad thing: I lost my Ouija pin that was on my hiking bag. Several times since I got it, the backs had come off when packing my bag. They were clearly cheap backs, and I intended to get better ones when we got home from vacation. Meanwhile, I simply checked the bag each time I put it on and took it off. This is where it got weird. At the gift shop of White Sands, I got a park pin to add to my collection. I put it on my bag before we even left the park to return to our rental. The Ouija pin was still on the bag. But when I brought my bag into the house, it had disappeared. I only noticed once we were inside, so I thought maybe it dropped off somewhere on the walkway up to the front door. But we couldn’t find it there, or in the driveway, or dropped anywhere in my car. It was just gone. The only thing I can think is that it fell off and someone must have seen it and picked it up? I’m sad it’s gone, though. I really loved that pin.

The rest of the day was a relaxing day of hanging out, watching TV, reading, napping, whatever we wanted to do. We got to plan our Day 6, which was open to whatever we wanted. Our park pass would let us return to White Sands, or we could hike somewhere else in the Las Cruces area, or we could have a lazy day.

Day 6 – 9/29
So guess what? I didn’t choose a lazy day. Heh. Jason and I headed out to the mountain range southeast of Las Cruces, entering the Organ Mountains-Desert Peaks National Monument. (This was the place that claimed to be White Sands on our map originally.) We’d chosen a trail with a decent slow climb (up about 700 feet in 1.5 miles), and out-and-back with ruins in several places along the way. Again, I discussed the hike itself at the link up above, so no need to go into that.

(xeriscaped visitor’s center!)

There was a volunteer at the visitor’s center that talked with us for awhile. He and his wife were from San Antonio and Austin, and had retired to Las Cruces. He said it was a great place to retire with a low cost of living, tons of outdoorsy things to do, and just gorgeous. This man was a volunteer at all the local parks, monuments, forests, etc – there’s a lot of State and National areas there – and told us about the search-and-rescue operation at White Sands a few months back. (A man went off trail, got lost, and ended up dying out there before they found him. We’d read about this the day before, and didn’t realize we’d meet one of the volunteers of the search-and-rescue the day afterwards.)

Sadly, there was no gift shop, so no pin for the Organ Mountains, but J had gotten me a New Mexico pin with aliens on it, so I decided to count that instead. (I didn’t get a pin from Colorado Bend State Park either, because everything was closed, so I’m missing more than one from this trip!) In any case, it was a nice day-trip only 15 mins from our rental, and then we had another lazy afternoon. That night, we got Lebanese food delivered from another local place. For a city with a relatively small population (~100k), there was a surprisingly diverse range of places to eat! (This stands out, because our next section of the trip was the exact opposite!)

Favorite photos from these days of the trip:
I have so many great photos from these days, it was hard to narrow down. I’m splitting this into two sections: White Sands and Organ Mountains. (I took no photos except the view from our balcony on Day 4 – I was driving, so Jason took a bunch from the car, and I only count photos I take for my faves!)

Clockwise from top left: grass growing along the boardwalk; the dunes against threatening skies (x2); the bathrooms, recycling, and dumpster in our parking lot, which stood out against the stark landscape and made the whole place look like we were in another world (also, the graffiti said stuff like “you deserve to be here” and I just love it)

Top left: Someone left this drawing on an old metal container of some kind
Top right: barbed wire by the ruins of a former outpost
Bottom: mating grasshoppers with faces that give off very Thomas the Tank Engine vibes, staring at my camera as if to say, “Rude!” Ha!

Fun stuff along the way:
A few things I didn’t already touch on above!

  • We passed the Tire Tree again, which turned into a running joke about tire fruit, tire skins, tire husks, tire pulp, tire seeds… There were a lot of places between Amarillo and the NM border that had heaps of tires or pieces of tire everywhere.
  • a giant cowboy statue tipping his hat to us
  • the signs in NM were hilarious: “Gusty Winds May Exist” and “Dust Storms May Exist” – I was giggling at these for ages
  • our rental had a half-done magnetic puzzle of the map of New Mexico on the fridge, and you better believe I finished that puzzle. (It was likely only 100 pieces total, max. And five were missing. But what a fun thing to have in our rental!) (Photo above)
  • Noteworthy: As I’ve never been to New Mexico before, this crosses off another state in my goal to see all 50 states! I’m up to 36 now.
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The Haunting of Gillespie House, by Darcy Coates (+ bonus)

Elle is thrilled to have landed a housesitting job that will get her out of her crappy apartment for awhile and into a place where she can have complete solitude. Except that solitude isn’t all its cracked up to be when some of the doors in the house are locked, and there is scratching inside the walls, and a man who should have been dead for the last 200 years seems to be banging against the walls of his locked crypt…

Darcy Coates really does write the best creepy horror novels! There was a lot of tension in this one as Elle starts to fall into the memories of a former resident of the house, to view the cult of Jonathan Gillespie, who should have died 200 years ago. Someone is trying to tell her something, or get her to comply with certain demands, and she’s not very good at resisting the urge (or her own insatiable curiosity). Does it seem like the setup for a haunted house horror movie, where the protagonist rushes straight into danger. Yes. Yes it does. And it’s absolutely thrilling.

One negative: The climax is rather anticlimactic and a little too easily resolved. The book was more novella than novel, which is probably why. Things got wrapped up very quickly. On the other hand, that left room for three additional short stories to be included in this collection! I liked two of them better than the full-length novella.

Bed and Breakfast
What’s creepier than a haunted house? How about a haunted hotel? One that involves ritual sacrifices of chickens, a ghost with an ax, and a hapless blogger who didn’t used to believe in the paranormal? Absolutely delicious story.

Crawlspace
This was the inspiration for primary novel of the book, according to the author’s note, and honestly, while I enjoyed it, there was a bit too much “was it a dream?” emphasis to fully captivate me. But perhaps that’s just because I don’t find small spaces scary, so this might not be hitting my personal buttons.

Lights Out
Creepy mannequins turn a strip mall from dingy and mundane to delightfully horrific. This was probably my favorite story of the set, and I loved the ending!

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SW Road Trip, part 1: Texas

Back in late spring, Jason and I made plans to use some of our cruise credit (from the Planniversary cruise that was canceled in May 2020) to have a short holiday. Of course, with covid rising, we again had to cancel that. We still wanted to go on vacation, though, and began a second plan. This one involved going to Colorado, because the lady who intended to adopt Angus and Ghost lived there. Except then she pulled out of the adoption, and suddenly, we could go anywhere. Colorado was still one possibility, but instead, we put together a trip that would break up the driving a bit more and allow us to see a few more places. This collage detailed the general outline of our plans, and we scheduled days, hotels, park passes, etc. This post will detail the first third of the trip, the parts where we stayed in Texas.

Day 1 – 9/24
Technically, our vacation didn’t start until the 25th, but our first few stops were a bit rushed, so we decided to leave after J finished work on the 24th. San Saba, where we would stay our first night, is only about 2.5 hours north of us. I don’t drive well in the dark, so the plan was to get off right at 4pm so that we could arrive at our destination before dark. Things…didn’t go as planned.

(ready to go!)

First, we didn’t get off until 4:30. Then, we had three stops to make before leaving the city. Then, on our third stop, we realized a few things we forgot at home that were too expensive to acquire along the way, so we circled back and eventually started our trip maybe 5:30ish? Next, we tried to stop a few times for dinner, but in these small towns, either there would be an hour-long wait, or the restaurants (even fast food) would be closed. Eventually we found food at a gas station (ugh), and the last 45 mins or so was driving in the dark on back roads, which was terrifying. We reached the vrbo at about 8:15, only to realize that 1) we had no idea which unit we were supposed to be in (we were given a name for the unit, but they were labeled with numbers!), and 2) they’d never sent us the pin number to get in. It took nearly an hour of phone tag (pictured) to get ahold of someone, and eventually we did make it into the room.

(TINY!!)

I say room because our vrbo rental was tiny. Smaller than the smallest bedroom at our house, it basically fit a queen size bed with a couple feet of space on three sides around it, plus a tiny bathroom and closet. Maybe 100 sq ft. Maybe. We were definitely forewarned, so we were expecting small, but we weren’t exactly expecting “smaller than the smallest cruise room” small. But anyway, we only needed to sleep there, no big deal. It was late, and we had an early morning ahead of us, so we went to bed almost immediately.

Day 2 – 9/25
I slept very badly, due to both the anxiety of the drive up to San Saba, and worry about the next day’s plans. The plan was to pack up and check out, travel to Colorado Bend State Park (45 min drive), hike the Spicewood Springs Trail, then drive straight up to our hotel in Amarillo. The part that made me anxious was leaving all our belongings in the car in a parking lot at the park, including valuables! So while I tossed and turned, I decided on a different plan. We were already getting up early, and we’d leave our stuff at the vrbo while we went out to the park. We’d hike a shorter trail (Gorman Falls), and be back in time to check out at 11. Then we’d drive to Amarillo.

(sunrise drive to CBSP)

Ha. Ha. Ha. This didn’t work out well. When we entered CBSP, there was no one there, and a sign said to go to Headquarters to check in. I already had reservations, but you still have to check in. Headquarters was a 20-min drive away, and when we got there, they were also closed. We had to drive 20 mins back to get a self-pay form to show that we had a reservation, and we got onto the trail much later than expected. Then, of course, the trail itself – an out and back – had a huge dip-then-climb to the falls. Not only did that portion of the trail take a lot longer than expected to hike, but the second half of the trip was consistently uphill. I strained my body a lot dragging myself up the rock-climbing section, so I had to take a lot more breaks than normal. Jason ignored my advice to take water because the hike was only 2.8 miles, so of course we ran out. (I didn’t let him ignore my advice again after that.) I knew that there was no way we were going to get back to the vrbo in time to check out at 11.

(Windfarm on the trip to Amarillo)

Thankfully, because of the mishaps the night before, the owner extended our checkout to noon, and that gave us all the time we needed to make up for the extra issues. We grabbed food – again, gas station food, gross – and started the loooong drive to Amarillo (about 7 hours). It was a relatively uneventful drive, and we looked forward to getting a real dinner, hopefully at a local restaurant, after we checked into our hotel. Which is where we ran in to our second hotel issue of the trip.

Somehow, Hotels.com (where we booked everything) LOST our reservation. We’d paid for it, and it hadn’t been refunded, but it wasn’t in the computer system. When J looked at his hotels.com account, it was there, but when he called their help line, his confirmation number didn’t work. It took an HOUR to eventually get us checked into a room, and they were only able to do it by canceling the lost-in-the-internet reservation and making us pay a second time. We’re supposed to get a refund, since we paid twice, but have yet to receive it. Ugh. By the time we finally checked in, we didn’t have time to find a local restaurant, and we went to a nearby Olive Garden for dinner. Still, that was better than gas station food!! Just wish I hadn’t been driving in the dark again. Oy. At least the hotel room was nice, clean, and large enough to walk around without tripping over each other!! (Sadly, the indoor pool was closed. But in better news, the caution tape and falling covers on the door to the pool (photo) was hilariously nightmarish.)

Day 3 – 9/26
The first two days of this vacation were very rushed, as we were trying to fit in a lot into small amounts of time. Starting Day 3, things got better. J and I got up early and traveled the half hour away to Palo Duro Canyon State Park. As I said in the hiking post that detailed this day, it was incredible to just watch a canyon appear out of nowhere. It was like entering an entirely new landscape. The park was absolutely gorgeous, and I was really upset at myself because I forgot to bring my nice camera with me and had to do with phone pics!! The phone takes great photos in good light, which was perfect for that day, but it’ll never show the great depths of field that my nice camera shows. Oh well. In any case, we enjoyed our hike immensely!

(it all looks so much flatter than it really was!)

After hiking, we stopped by the Trading Post to get souvenirs (a pin for my hiking bag, and a collectible spoon for Laurence). They had ice cream for sale, so I got some mint chocolate chip and Jason got himself a root beer float. We ate in the car (because so many people weren’t wearing masks!), and then headed back to the hotel. We arrived at the park just before 9am and there was no line to get in. We left around 11:30 and the line was miles long. So I guess that’s the secret: get there early!

We didn’t do much the rest of the day. Hung around the hotel room, caught up on a few things (social media, journaling, TV shows, napping, whatever). There was a Waffle House really close to the hotel, so we decided to go there for dinner. If you’ve never been to Waffle House, you won’t understand. It’s a horrible place. The food is cheap and not the greatest. It’s dirty and there are usually flies everywhere. The people inside are worse than People of Walmart. And it’s the absolute best. It’s just one of those things. The closest Waffle House to home is 70 miles for us, so we took advantage while we were practically next door to one!!

Favorite photos from these days of the trip:
Some of my favorites from the day are already pictured above (the “ready to go” car selfie, the ice cream photo, the nightmare pool door). Here are the rest:

Left to right: bunny doorstop at the first vrbo; pathway along the Kiowa trail; tiny purple flower covered in tons of ladybugs

Fun stuff along the way:

  • a large portion of the road leading into CBSP was an open livestock area, so there were cows and horses right next to (and sometimes in) the road
  • one road had a 55 mph speed limit, but it was so full of curves with speeds anywhere from 20 to 45 mph that Jason and I were laughing about how the speed limit on the road should have been labeled “it’s complicated” or “55 mph unless otherwise stated”
  • We ran into a one-lane road on the trip to Amarillo. It had stoplights (to keep people from crossing) that were meant to turn green in turns. But we could see the other side, and there was no one there, and our light had been red for ten mins, so eventually, we just went for it.
  • At one point, we ran into a corvette party. Literally 2-3 dozen corvettes of different ages, colors, and customizations ran along the highway in a single row, like a fast funeral procession. We have no idea what was happening and were very curious about whatever corvette party or convention was going on! This was out in the middle of nowhere.
  • Near Amarillo, we came across a business called Tire Tree. It had a big fake tree out front, with tires hung on the branches like Christmas ornaments. Ha!
  • a shop on the way to Palo Duro called the Rodfather RV Repairs (ha!)
  • In Waffle House, a man was earnestly telling his companions about how you can’t say a product is prosciutto unless it comes from a particular region in Italy. It was obvious he was talking about Parma ham and just confused. Jason and I locked eyes and it was so difficult not to burst out laughing.
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