But only if there’s someone there to feel them?
Put John on a flight from Albuquerque last night while I’ll continue on with his belongings. He’s in good spirits, but it seemed cruel to subject him to three days of such wastelands as the Texas panhandle. Here are some pics:
John climbing the Via Ferrata in Telluride – he may be ill, but he’s game
John (R, no belly) south of Telluride, Lizard Head in background
John curses Oliver Lee at the site of the ambush of John’s ancestor, Col. Albert Fountain – White Sands, New Mexico