Hit the sack early last night. I woke up with the standby phone ringing and spent the next few hours working a highway fatality. Muffin remained crashed out on the bed, unaware of the carnage.
This morning a distinct fog line obscured the top of the Organ Mountains:
Now the sun is coming out, 50F, very light breeze. Wearing a jacket but the van is open the way I like it.
Peace on earth, one boondocking campsite at a time.