Halfway by time, more than halfway by mileage.  We’re camped in Santa Fe for three days.  The weather is awesome, the hotel is great and it’s fun hanging out with family.

People in Santa Fe, and also the deep South we noticed, seem to take red lights as an advisory.  In one twenty-five minute stretch of driving today (day 14) we saw six cars run red lights.  You know that expression “If only there were a cop…”?  Well… yup, there was, he lit it and hit it and took down two red light runners on one of the main drags through town.  Loving it…

We had a leisurely car wash yesterday.  OK, the car had it.  They have car washes that look like ours; a tunnel the car goes through.  Only there are no machines.  They hand-wash your car.  They aren’t fast.  For some reason no one did anything for ten minutes or so.  We definitely have a different sense of urgency on the coasts.  The results were awesome.

On day 13 we had a mediocre dinner at the Ranch House.  It was Father’s Day; we saw a new father and new one month-old baby with matching Star Wars shirts.  Dad’s said “I am your Father” and the baby’s said, wait for it… “I am your Son.  Today (14) we had a very good dinner at La Choza.  Crazy spicy but very flavorful.

Santa Fe has it all — good car wash, good food, good weather, Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s and an entirely outdoor Starbucks.  What more can you ask for?