The moon and balloons

On Saturday we planned to wake up early to watch the balloon fiesta but Quinn was too tired, and so we drove to Santa Fe to buy Calvin a bed. We planned to drive down to the fiesta afterwards, but we were so wishy-washy about it that we bought coffee (to see if we would perk up), decided we were too tired and lazy, drove north to Los Alamos, and actually did a U-turn by the opera house.

When we got to Albuquerque and paid ten dollars to park, the take off was cancelled because it was so windy. But there was a splendid moonrise over Sandia Peak, some guys were carving tree trunks with chainsaws, and there were fireworks (but they freaked Calvin out and we had to watch them from the parked car).

Not a complete success, but at least we got the big boy bed and we got to eat at a tasty Iranian restaurant, Pars.