Now that Dakota was back to normal, we were ready for a planned adventure, as opposed to the emergency vet visit kind of adventure.
I followed my boyfriend’s truck down dusty back roads, as I was now getting very used to doing, until we got to a spectacular spot surrounded by red rock mountains and orange sand dunes. We were ready to attempt a desert backpacking trip.
I was ready to leave Taos. I didn’t know where I would go next, but I knew I couldn’t stay.
I was still waiting for my new engine to arrive and I was getting used to calling the Mercedes Benz dealership outside of Salt Lake City my “home.”
I had my dog on almost every kind of pill out there to hopefully help with what may or may not be a parasite or bacterial infection, and she had just gotten a Mercedes bath.
Meanwhile, I had gone on a wonderful first date with a guy living the “bus life,” and he already wanted to make plans again. So, while my circumstances were certainly difficult, things were looking up.
