Albuquerque, while home to the beautiful Sandia Mountains, is not much to enjoy leaving the city toward Tucson.  Mostly sagebrush and little hills that look like a mini-Mount Garfield and the Bookcliffs of Colorado.  Except they are not.  They just do not have the majesty of Mt Garfield.  However, I am content knowing we will see Jeffry and Kerri and our little Maxwell (I always catch myself smiling when I type the name Maxwell – the name fits him so well!) this evening.  I sit here writing of the journey we have taken, listening to my BeeGees and Beatles and Ray Charles – all of the music my hubs made into cd’s for me, all the while announcing that if he had to listen to my music the entire trip, he would stick a fork in his eyeball.  So far so good.  We have traveled over 2300 miles and not a forked eyeball to be had!