We staggered in at 11pm last night, after 20+ hours on the road, topped off by a break-down on a back road 45 minutes from home. That meant an extra 2-3 hours engaged in the sort of activities that you would expect, dealing with motor club, tow truck, transferring stuff to our other cars in the parking lot of the repair shop in the blast of a freezing early spring wind. But I guess in 3000 miles over mountains and through deserts and major cities, we did pass by a lot of worse places to break down.
Here are two photos of a more pleasant leg of the trip, the drive from Colorado to NM. It was an extremely scenic route on two-lane roads, through several mountain passes and across broad valleys and rolling hills.
Things in Santa Fe are currently a bit up in the air due to gallery personnel changes..I'm not sure quite where I will land when things settle out. I'm confident that all will end well, but I'm going to have to call on reserves of patience and optimism to get me through the next couple of weeks! I did drop off two Column paintings, talked with some key people and had a nice afternoon walking around Canyon Road with my husband. Although dealing with uncertainty is a bit nerve-wracking, the bottom line is that I'm willing to bide my time and to jump through a few more hoops if necessary.
Speaking of nerve-wracking, as I unwrapped the two Column paintings I was delivering at the gallery, I discovered a gouge in the surface of one panel--about 1/4" across--very noticeable. And also very perplexing, since the panel had been covered with bubble pack the whole trip. Fortunately, my textured surfaces are quite forgiving, and after a run to Artisan
, a nearby art supply store for paint and wax (it's so huge and well-stocked--I tried not to be too distracted!) I was able to make a decent repair. At Artisan I bought my only NM souvenir of this trip--a tube of Williamsburg
NM Earth, made especially for the store and displayed temptingly by the checkout counter. I'm looking forward to trying it out later today as I make my way to the studio through piles of laundry and duffel bags awaiting unpacking.