And now...of course...I’m going to bore you with more New Mexico babble! That’s what I do. That’s why I’m here. And that’s what matters most. (Meaning, the “I love NM part” …not the “I’m going to bore you” part).
Sooooooooo…. two weeks ago, we took an hour-long drive to an old mining town halfway between Albuquerque and Santa Fe. You pass the rolling hills of the Ortiz Mountains along a very scenic highway called the Turquoise Trail. Los Cerrillos (little hills) has a quintessentially “western” vibe and so has been a good place to film westerns. Apparently. We’ve been here a few times but never hiked in the Cerrillos Hills State Park. And we might never again because it took too long to stop sweating and for our faces to “unbeet!” Anyway, as soon as we started out, a horseback riding school passed us, leaving us in the dust. This was the exciting highlight.
And then we were all alone. The 4-mile looped trail wasn’t the easiest because it was all uphill, with loose gravel and embedded shale and lots of ruts. Plus, with no shade, and temps in the 80’s, we only made it a mile up, which was good enough, thanks. Sat on the Al Horn bench. Not sure who Al was, but I’m glad he was there to offer me a seat. I thought of that silly movie line, “Thars gold in them thar hills!” Mostly though…then and now…it’s turquoise and there are still remains to be seen of the mining "holes?" Whatever they're called, I imagine these hills look pretty much the same as what the miners saw back in the 1880’s.
Next, it was back down and into town where there was a festival going on…good for people watching…many cowboy-hatted men, and old hippie ladies, and lots of tattoos. Vendors lined up selling their wares like alpaca sweaters, goat soap, or food from their farms. There were burros to pet, vintage cars to admire, and musicians on verandas across from the old adobe church or on the back of a food truck where they sold “fart bombs.” Don’t know what they were, but I assume it involved beans. There are some interesting old buildings that haven’t changed since the olden days, and the streets aren’t paved - just dust and dirt - and lined with some gnarly cottonwoods. This was a giant prickly pear cactus hedge on the edge of the street and is the best I can offer in terms of “pretty flowers.”
Before we left town, we crossed the railroad tracks to head down the unpaved and annoyingly bumpy Waldo Canyon Road. (Otto got his first big workout.) I wanted to get a picture of Devils Throne, a 5800 foot high craggy cliff-thing that people like to climb, with a flat grassy field on top. (DT is on the left, which is bigger than the one on the right, despite looking the same size in this pic.) The crappy road continues past its face to head up even higher, and the railroad tracks hug its generous backside. So to speak.
So yeah...I guess I don't see many wild animals on my little treks (or people for that matter), but I DO see lots and lots of land things.
Then was a Good Day and now it's...Good Bye!