Day 24
Wed 18th July New Mexico Taos
River, the 8 yr old, comes over and chefs us a fried breakfast of tortilla, eggs and diced potato before his family wakes up. The local couple leave, having been there a week fishing and we prepare to leave and retrace our steps to find the buffalo herd which is apparently crossing our tracks 50 miles behind us.
Then I leaned over to pull on my flipflops and twisted my back. We settled down to wait out the pain since I couldn’t drive. Angie made photos of Lisa’s work in the river while Bob played guitar. I think I can make it to the toilet but get as far as Bob’s RV. I rest there and he explains the workings of engines to me.
Manuel arrived and said we were in the perfect position to see the fabled golden eagle of these parts as her nest was high above our camper (its a camper now not a truck) on the canyon wall. I tried to get up too soon and was dropped for good by the paralysing pain. Lisa turned the camper around so I could lie on the couch with binoculars and hunt eagle.
As I point out the nest to her a humming bird stops to examine my finger. Tooth appears to have stopped hurting.