Adios Taos!

We departed Taos on a Tuesday afternoon in the midst of a torrential lightning and thunderstorm complete with hail and a rainbow in our rear-view mirror; a warrior's farewell from the spirits of the mountain. "Vaya con Dios," they whispered in the tailwind behind us, as we left it all behind. By the time we hit Tres Piedras, west of Taos, the sun was brilliant as we cruised along singing with Dylan's Blowing in the Wind followed by Springsteen's Born to Run (thank you, Alan, for the great CD of road songs). We were feeling like we were 25 again and crossing over the Colorado border felt like

Butch and the Kid.....freedom!  

Just about the time ACDC's Highway to Hell started, we were leaving Alamosa heading west when we noticed a Colorado State Trooper behind us.  Ok, no problem; we slowed down a bit to play it cool. But what is the speed limit anyway? Ah, there it is: 65 mph. OK, no problem... until he hits his lights, wtf?  Yep, we were going too slow and impeding traffic.  The funniest thing is, we were doing 55- 60 mph because he was behind us; yep, too slow.  His name was appropriately Officer Barnes, but now dubbed Barney Fife hereafter.  The best part of all this was that Tim only got a written warning, breaking his lifelong record of never getting off.  We later wondered if Colorado State Troopers were targeting slower drivers due to their new legal weed status. Wow, man, what would Barney do?  

Gotta Nip it in the bud!