30 years ago today, one of Sandoval County’s finest was pulling me over on Hwy 4 somewhere between Zia Pueblo and San Ysidro to give me a speeding ticket. Because i had my hair in rollers, and an overnight bag and my wedding dress in the back of my little red Chevy S-10, he let me off with a good-natured congratulations and a warning. We made it to Jemez Springs, and several hours later i was walking down the aisle at the Jemez State Monument.
(and thanks to a significant weight loss this year, i can wear my wedding ring again for the first time in 10 years. I had planned to get it resized, but am glad i didn’t.)
