The house slowly began to wake up as sun struggled through overcast skies. First the fridge, then the floor slab heating and then joy of joys at 10:30 the lights came on and brought with it the precious Wi-Fi. I never said we were living rough, I saw a meme recently that said if trees produced fast internet we’d have covered the earth in trees, sadly they only produce the oxygen we breath. Ah the world i upside down, no? I spent the rest of the day catching up on posts and I hope that I’m not just wasting the precious energy used to power this blog and that you dear reader are getting something to inspire you in your journey to touching the world more lightly.

While we waited Jason began strumming his guitar working his way into full one man band mode with harmonica and tambourine by mid morning, we slowly slinked back to our warm beds to be rocked by the gentle melodies. I begsn drawing again, my sketchbook has been staring me with blank dissapproval for some weeks and it was a relief to reacquaint myself with my right brain’s wordless depths. a delicious breakfast on a cooking stove, hot tea and we realised how little we needed electricity if we lived a more low key life, and how wonderful it would be.

Night was laying a blanket over the mountains as Jason drove us into town to meet Sam and his girlfriend at the Taos Inn. The light was soft and warm as it died so I walked around town while they ate nachos and bourbon tasters. I was almost too late for photos, but enjoyed exploring. A deserted plaza, the glow of traffic lights in the dusk, giant metal flowers sprouting from a front garden and snow caped mountains as a backdrop. As the chill set in I returned to the soft couches of the Inn and devoured the leftover nachos, then a shared plate of sweet potato fries and fish tacos. It as not a study in moderation, but as a girl who lives through her taste buds it was some kind of heaven.

Laina had driven 6 hours that should have been 4 in a whiteout with a nervous natured dog. She was super stoked to relax and even more so to hear in detail how it is best to kill a chicken humanly for the table, people will always surprise you. Then the live musician bega to strum and whirled us away with his guitar, fingers impossibly fast and voice low and mellow. Then n the way home we met Sam’s beautiful dog Tyson who would not have a bar of us doing a side eyed bac away whenever we approached unless there were treats involved. Then home with Jason with Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros singing us into the night.