I don't intend to say anything about the week in Santa Fe. For one thing I hate Santa Fe - oh, it's got some good bits, but any town that will allow the hideousness of Cerillos Road against the backdrop of those magnificent mountains is beyond forgiveness - and for another, my time with my family is not for public viewing.

I did take them to see a special place: Bandelier, which I had last visited back in '86. There had been some changes since then (including an admission charge) but it was still as awesome as ever.

Descendant #2 wasn't feeling well, so she stayed behind with Daddy. Descendant #1, however, was fascinated, and wanted to know all about the Indians and how they had lived.

She was into photography too.

Even to a camera shootout with Grandpa.

Descendant #2 got to feeling better, though, and took a keen artistic pleasure in connecting the spots on Grandpa's back.

Too damn soon, the week was over. Sunday evening we had a final dinner together and then I went back to the hotel to pack.