With a chill in the air, leaves falling like snowflakes, chipmunks scrounging for winter food, and packrats scurrying to find a dark warm place to hole up for the winter, it is nearing time for us to migrate south to the Rio Grande Valley. The motorhome was moved out of storage and onto the driveway at the house for packing. Having spent nine winters in the Valley, this has become routine for us, so there was no urgency in the task at hand. We continued with our daily routines, packing clothes, “toys”, and food stuffs as time allowed. By Thursday afternoon essentially everything had been packed and the motorhome was ready to go.