What I’ve been “up to” is a very high place. Oh haha. We’ve taken the 15-minute ride on the (very touristy) aerial tramway up to the top of Sandia Peak before, which we can see from our house. But on Friday, for the first time, we drove the 13 mile “scenic byway” through the Cibola National Forest and up to the ridgeline crest which is 10,679 feet high. To be exact.
I thought this was the best view…looking south toward Texas. Yeehaw.
Observations: Thankfully, the road up with all the switchbacks and hairpins wasn’t as scary as I imagined. I’ve certainly been on worse. The forest up there is mostly spruce, fir and pine so there was a slight whiff of Christmas. The temp was 65 at high noon (felt good!) while down below, back at the olde homestead, it was in the high 90’s. Supposedly there are bears, mountain lions and bobcats around, but the only wildlife we encountered were two mule deer by the side of the road.
In human wildlife: we met a guy who had just hiked up one of the many mountain trails and it had taken him 4 hours. I prefer a soft and cushy air-conditioned vehicle, but he’s a youth, so there you go. And the beautiful soaring eagle I insisted I saw, turned out to be a hang-gliding human. Can you see him, the tiny speck in the sky, way above the mountain top? Wonder what that experience is like, soaring up in the stratosphere, all by your lonesome self? (Probably…pretty great).
It’s still amazing to me that this city is the most populated in the entire state and while there’s a lot of crazy energy on the ground, there’s still…this stuff…INSIDE a city limit area. So much space and land. Maybe it’s just unique to the southwest and maybe so in the midwest? All I know is that on the East Coast, we were mostly crammed in like sardines, hearing all the human sounds, smelling their dinners (and cigars), and looking straight into their windows in houses that blocked out most of the sky. But we did have the sounds, smells, and sights of the Atlantic Ocean a block away, so that’s not nothing. Just different.