
Mountains surround this valley

This lake is huge!

Mountains in the background hugging this lake filled valley.

Cimarron Canyon State Park was the prelude to Eagle Nest.

Running with the Big Dawgs!
YEEHAW!
Happy Trails…until we meet again!
Mountains surround this valley
This lake is huge!
Mountains in the background hugging this lake filled valley.
Cimarron Canyon State Park was the prelude to Eagle Nest.
Running with the Big Dawgs!
YEEHAW!
Happy Trails…until we meet again!
Yesterday, my sister and I met a nice owner (C. G. Higgins) of a confectionary of the same name in Historic Santa Fe who convinced us to come see him for great coffee and quiche. Well, he was right! It gave us the much needed energy to absorb a wonderful permanent exhibit in the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum.
Georgia O’Keeffe’s Home in Abiquiu, NM
At home
Shown with one of her abstracts
Georgia O’Keeffe Research Center
As we complex women are, we have many shades to our many colors. She was a hardy outdoors woman and a femme fatal; an artist and a horticulturist; a brilliant artist and an adventurer. The parallels between Georgia O’Keeffe and Frida Kahlo were brought more into focus by seeing their exhibits back-to-back! WOW!
Georgia O’Keeffe on the back!
Georgia O’Keeffe’s painting “Bella Donna!”
She loved to study the bones of animals she found in the desert and take those shapes found in them and nature to create her abstract art.
Georgia O’Keeffe’s “mountain.” She said that if she painted this mountain outside her cabin enough, the it would be her’s forever…and it is here and at Ghost Ranch!
As we meandered along the wonderful, flavorful streets of Historic Santa Fe, we talked of how we really had hoped to find an authentic Mexican restaurant. As luck would have it (or greater Devine intervention), we happened to go down Burro Alley to find just what we were looking for…Los Magueyes! Lovely people and great food!
We departed Santa Fe to find new adventures along the Turquoise Trail (NM Highway 13) towards Albuquerque, NM.
Turquoise Trail (NM Hwy 14)
Turquoise Highway
The first little town on the Turquoise Highway large enough to make a stop to explore was Madrid.
Of course there’s a cowgirl there!
Great little village
Sandia Crest National Park with an elevation at it’s peak of over 10,000 feet is just off the Turquoise Trail on Highway 536. It’s worth the drive for sure! It has a great little gift shop at the top where we met another transported Atlantan!
Sandia Crest Nat’l Park (10,000+ feet) off the Turquoise Hwy
These “fingers” of rain which evaporate before reaching the ground are called “Virgo.”
First on our agenda was to get the feel of Historic Albuquerque and we, of course, were greeted with lots of red chili peppers!
Historic Albuquerque (Covered Wagon)
Eat? Heck yeah! Locals recommended Church Street Cafe. Great choice!
Church Street Cafe
Inside Church St. Cafe
Inside Church St. Cafe
We were so very fortunate to meet other southerners, artists and kindred spirits on our “Friend Traveling Sisters Hauling A$$ Great Adventure,” We drove over 3,000 miles in a week and it’s been life altering for us both…something to embrace with laughter and BIG smiles forever. We have so many new friend from this trip who will be in our hearts and prayers forever! We are truly blessed.
I hope to stay in touch with each of you through email, travels, phone or telepathic communications forever! Each of you touched our hearts so there you’ll reside until we meet again.
Tomorrow? VEGAS BABY!
HAPPY TAILS (found Montana hair in the truck today), TALES OR TRIALS! You’re pick!
Wow! What a wonderful day packed with beauty, great people, amazing southwestern architecture, shopping, wandering and soaking up one of our country’s most beautiful and exciting cities. In 2011 when Ava and I were here in 2011, we both fell so in love with it so much so that she wanted to intern at the Santa Fe Opera House. I’ve wanted to come back here to create new memories last year but still wasn’t ready. Now I know why. I needed my big sister with me to help me walk through some memories with Ava and create new ones with her! What a great Big Thithter she is!
First on our agenda for the day was the “Mirror, Mirror” Exhibit at the Museum of Spanish Colonial Art containing personal photos of Frida Kahlo giving us newer insights of a woman my sister and I have admired for years. I believe that she defined surrealism but she said she used art to express what she felt and boy did she ever! As a young child, she had Polio. At the age of eighteen, she was in a tragic trolly accident wherein she suffered a broken pelvis, collarbone, legs and three displaced vertebrae which caused her a lifetime of excruciating pain wherein she had to endure long hospital stays, body casts, bed confinement and approximately thirty operations.
Frida Kahlo had mirrors all over her house. I can only assume so she could paint her feelings no matter where she might be confined.
In Historic Santa Fe, we visited the San Miguel Chapel thought to be built by the Tlaxcala Indians around 1610. It is thought to be the this nation’s oldest active church!
San Miguel Chapel built around 1610!
San Miguel alter.
Across from San Miguel. What shouldn’t be in this picture? LOL
A few blocks away, we entered the Loretto Chapel made famous by it’s “miraculous Staircase” to the Chapel’s choir loft. The staircase has two 360 degree turns and no visible means of support. An anomous carpenter is said to have fashioned the spiral steps in 1878 by using only wooden pegs; leaving without asking for material reimbursement or compensation.
Loretto Chapel, Santa Fe Historical District
Loretto Chapel Miraculous Staircase front view
Loretto Chapel Miraculous staircase back view
Loretto Chapel Alter
As we walked through Historic Santa Fe, art of every genre is found in abundance inside and outside the buildings. I’ve never seen so much beautiful art for sale permanently exhibited in courtyards and walkways. It made us wonder how all these high end stores could possibly stay open without a great deal of tourists.
And, to top off our day, we found this 1953 restaurant called “The Shed,” touted to have award winning red chile.
Tomorrow? On the way to Albuquerque, New Mexico via the Turquoise Trail.
HAPPY TAILS, TALES OR TRAILS!
We cranked up our day by visiting the Taos Pueblo, one of the oldest continuously inhabited communities in North America. The Red Willow People of Taos Pueblo have been welcoming visitors for over a thousand years to experience their existence which has changed little in their high desert village. (www.taospueblo.com)
Our guide was a volunteer who is going to college studying environmental engineering and was well steeped in his heritage and village.
I’ll apologize right off for these pictures not being the best I’ve taken but I’m working with a brand new camera and still trying to figure out what I can and can’t do. What looks good after I review and modify doesn’t always translate the same here on WordPress. Go figure!
This wall used to be much higher with sentries guarding the village.
All of the village buildings are made from mud bricks made from the local dirt, straw and water which are left to dry in the sun. Once building is constructed, a thick mud coating is put over it all, including the mud brick roofs.
Main buildings of the village.
What happens when you don’t continue to coat the bricks in mud to protect them from inclement weather.
Our next stop was the famous Ghost Ranch just outside of Abiquiu, New Mexico. A very famous (and infamous) woman artist by the name of Georgia O’Keeffe was living in New York City in the early 1930’s when she heard of a place in New Mexico which was magnificent. Other friends had traveled there and she packed up and went.
She hired a driver to take her to meet the owner of Ghost Ranch, a woman rancher who rented out rooms to visitors, and was told there was only one room available for one night. Georgia O’Keeffe had already fallen in love with sights, sounds and smells of this majestic region and, upon being returned by her driver to Abiquiu, promptly borrowed a car and drove herself back to Ghost Ranch (alone) over the rough roads.
View on the way to Ghost Ranch from Abiquiu
Rustic log cabin inhabited by Georgia O’Keeffe when visiting the area.
The view just outside the cabin.
View inside the cabin.
Their museums include local art and history as well as a wonderful Paleozoic area of fossils found on the ranch.
Ancient crocodile
As art was the heart and soul of Georgia O’Keeffe, it is only fitting that Ghost Ranch has a wonderful exhibit of both ancient art (pottery) and current works.
My favorite, of course, was this horse.
The last adventure my sister had planned for us was a hike to an area she had visited over a decade ago where water had once been abundant. Sadly no water was found this time but, being a rock-aholics we are, we were saddened by the waters absence but loved being outside with the generous herbal smells of the natural flora and fauna of the area (sage, juniper trees, wild flowers, cacti, etc.) and the vastness of the cliffs, mountains and rock formations.
Majestic!
What are the indentations on this boulder?
And, last but not least, ME!
Oh yeah, and those crazy cloud formations we saw on our way to Santa Fe from Ghost Ranch. My sister said the white swirls below the clouds was the rain evaporating before it had a chance to hit the ground.
Pretty cool stuff on this leg of our trip. We’re actually going to be in one place for TWO WHOLE DAYS! Santa Fe is ours and it’ll never be the same!
HAPPY TAILS, TRAILS OR TALES!
Last year before I left on that Great Adventure, I’d prayed for healing and to trust in God to show me the path it. It was, from the beginning, an amazing journey of trust and healing. As I contemplated this years Great Adventure, I prayed for Spiritual healing. And it has been just that.
As my sister and I drove through northern Arkansas to get to Branson, Missouri, she kept telling me that she had had a recurring dream of this very drive along the Buffalo River and seeing rock structures. Everywhere we went there were rock houses and buildings. It just kept reaffirming to us how the miracle of her being able to join me on this trip (our first alone in 22 years) that it was going to be cosmic. At every turn, it has been.
We left Bartlesville, OK (in northeastern Oklahoma) yesterday across the entire northern Oklahoma panhandle about ten hours to get to Eagle Nest, New Mexico! It was worth the sacrifice because of the magnificent views which greeted us and the wonderful people we met upon arriving.
Thousands of acres of wheat framed by gray clouds and rich green vegetation
Amber Waves Of Grain in northern Oklahoma
The pictures above pretty much sum up the cross-state adventure of Oklahoma accentuated with rolling hills of enormous pasturelands with cows and horses. We had the best time laughing over childhood stories and other adventures. We’re sitting here still trying to believe that was just yesterday (and not a week ago) when we were in the car that long!
Cimarron Canyon State Park was the prelude to Eagle Nest.
These kind of rock outcroppings always make me brake for a photo
The trees aren’t bad either!
The payoff was Eagle Nest, New Mexico and the incredible Spiritual Healer we met and all the welcoming, lovely citizens of that precious gem of a community we now know we want to visit. Eagle Nest, NM.
This morning, we wandered around this lovely western village meeting new friends and hugging kindred spirits we’d met last night. We hiked down a trail to sit on a picnic table to soak up the vast openness of this valley, inhale the healing peace and air around us and tap into God’s wonders all around us like the beautiful wild flowers.
Magnificent wildflowers of this kind and delicate purple irises!
This lake is huge!
More snow capped mountains surrounding this valley
Big sky
More contrasts
We tore ourselves away to head for a light day of driving to Taos, New Mexico. What a beautiful town full of northern New Mexico adobe structures and artistry. We walked around the shops and couldn’t resist capturing some of its magnificent culture in local native music, weavings and garments. We ate at Doc Martin’s. We were immediately informed by our bustling waitress that this Doc Martin had absolutely nothing to do with the TV show or the shoes as she dropped our menus on the table! After we ordered, she then instructed us to read the history of the restaurant’s origins on the back of the menu. She kinda reminded me of my fourth grade no-nonsense teacher I had.
We had put our hotel address into my GPS which promptly took us 12 miles in the opposite direction to find the Rio Grande River Gorge! It wasn’t really my GPS’s fault because this small town has way too many similar names! Anyway, my brave sister walked out onto the overlook in the middle of the bridge to take these pictures!
North view of Rio Grande River Gorge north of Tao, New Mexico
South view of Rio Grande River Gorge north of Taos, NM
Tomorrow, we head for Santa Fe, NM to see the Georgia O’keeffe art gallery, a church with a suspended staircase and more!
HAPPY TAILS (in loving memory of Montana, the best Service Dog ever), OR TALES OR TRAILS! Reader’s choice!
Traveling from Las Vegas on the end of my healing journey, crossing Arizona and New Mexico will always and forever remind me of Ava. In 2002, Ava and I went on our spiritual ancestral past in the Navajo Nation. We started at Window Rock and climbed Canyon de Chelly, hiked around the Four Corners and Monument Valley, visited the Grand Canyon, Flagstaff (to visit U of A), Sedona and the Petrified Forest in seven days.
In those days, traveling in the Navajo Nation was all back roads. We connected on a new level and she decided to not study at University of Arizona in Flagstaff and continue her opera training at Shorter College in Rome, Georgia (the Julliard of the south).
Staying in Flagstaff last night brought on a flood of memories. I digress here to share my healing journey…because this was/is the purpose of this 2016 Great Adventure. Flagstaff triggered memories of my son-of-another-mother, Mark M. was in school at U of A at the time when Ava and I were there to see if it was a good fit for her. However, it was my Georgia real estate expertise which brought him into my fold. I was the last person in the US to see him alive when he came to see me at the Southern Comfort Cabin in the summer of 2014. He came to tell me he was going to take his life. We talked thirteen hours straight until the wee hours. He said he felt better but I knew it was only a temporary fix because I could see his determination. My heart still breaks over his decision.
Ava decided to go to Shorter College (a Baptist college) which definitely didn’t fit Ava but it was her love of her early mentor, Madame Fiori, who was ninety when she started training eighteen year old Ava’s voice. Madame left everything to Shorter College when she died. It was for that reason Ava decided to go to that alien planet to study. It wasn’t until Ava went to UNLV (U of N, LV) when she found her kindred mentors.
Even though I avoided Flagstaff areas Ava and I had been in 2002, it was when I came across the brown national park sign announcing the Petrified Forest National Park that caused me to regress. I drove blindly into the park hoping to revisit those days to fell my girl and remembering how much fun we had on that trip. It worked.
I recommend taking your time immersing yourself in this beautiful, peaceful, magical geologic anomaly.
Blue Mesa
Painted rock
Petrified Jasper forest
It was too hot to actually get out of the car and look at Newspaper Rock. Look it up. So very historic and way cool.
The many times I’ve driven the I-40 east and west, I never stopped in Gallup to check out a place my dear friend, Fred (owner of Prairie Trails in Sautee, GA) had traveled for years to buy items for his Native American centered store. The trip is just too hard for him any more and I promised this time to go to Richardson Trading Post in Gallup.
I guess I used up all my camera battery life on the Petrified Forest because it died as I was snapping photos. I couldn’t get a pic of the front of the shop nor the vast array of items for sale…both old and new. Here’s a taste. Beware, however, if you go onto what appears to be their “official” site, McAfee puts up an alert so don’t click on it as I have a feeling they still work with an abacus!
There was so much to take in but the neatest part for me was the stuffed white buffalo! I so would have bought that!
HAPPY TAILS!
Ann (part owner of the Thai restaurant where we ate last night, Thai Cafe) had invited Ava and me to her private 3 year anniversary celebration at Thai Cafe today from 9:30 to 11:3o. After we broke camp, we drove into town where I dropped Ava off and went to look for a parking space large enough for Silver (my truck) with a pop-up attached. Good luck!
First of all let me say this about that. There is very little parking in Old Santa Fe, the streets are very narrow and parking scarce. It’s like New Orleans that way. Finding street parking is because the “parking Gods” are with you or there’s bad weather! I understand they’re building parking decks but that doesn’t accommodate tourists in RV’s or with any kind of truck/camper setup.
I proceeded to drive around and around. The good news is that Ava and I had walked most of the area of Old Town that I was in the night before looking for just the right place to eat (she won’t eat Mexican and I won’t eat Indian so we settled on Thai). Fortuitously, I ended up at the Visitors Center where I found an area marked “RV parking only”. Silver plus the pop-up certainly qualified as an “RV” so I parked there while I went into the Visitors Center to tell them what I was doing and why.
The woman at the Visitors Center put so many red markings of unsatisfactory places of where to go on the Old Town map that I was totally confused by the time I was leaving that I pulled the “I’m a writer” card. I told her I was going to write about the parking issue in my next blog. She told me I could keep my car where it was for a couple of hours. So there it is; but there’s more!
I also told the woman at the Visitors Center that I was glad to have experienced “dog friendly” merchants in Old Town the night before. She indicated the “dog friendly” part didn’t extend to any other facilities. Great. Now I realize that I won’t be able to take experience the two places I came to see: Georgia O’Keefe Museum or San Miguel because Ava was busy and I had nowhere to leave Montana. Oh well. I’ll just have to come back when everyone else is at home (like the middle of the night) and when it’s not 100 degrees (like October) so I can leave Montana in the car and do it all.
They were repairing San Miguel with adobe bricks to match the ones used in 1610.
Another church I’ll come back to see is Loretto Chapel.
There are at least a million little shops in the old area of Santa Fe selling traditional southwestern items for exorbitant prices.
and…
None of the goods for sale were anything I could possibly afford. A young man who was selling his art in one of the squares encouraged me to come look closer at his paintings. I said, “Thank you but I can’t afford any of it.” His retort was, “I haven’t told you any prices.” To which I replied, “When you’re on Social Security and Congress only voted themselves a raise and not you, and you’re 2000 miles from home, you can’t afford it no matter how much it is.” True dat!
Because Ava needs to get to Atlanta, we decided to skip Albuquerque. Mostly, it was me because I was going to have to come back to Santa Fe when the weather gets cooler (a lot cooler) to see what I missed. I’ll enjoy Albuquerque then. And, as for Ava, she’ll come back on her own as she’s in love with Santa Fe.
So much for the Santa Fe part and now for the I-40 afternoon!
The first part of my trip was cold, snowy and windy until I got right outside of Las Vegas. Then, it was just windy for about two weeks until right before I left. Then it got baking hot with only some wind. When I was in Utah and Colorado, the weather was kinda’ hot during the day but nice and crisp at night.
That’s all gone now that we’ve left the mountainous regions and headed south for Santa Fe. There? It was HOT! Thank goodness there was enough of a cool breeze last night to keep the temperature in the pop-up fairly nice. I think that’s over. I think the Vegas weather pattern is following me 2000 miles to home. Mom said it was 91 degrees in Atlanta today.
We made it to Amarillo, Texas to camp for the night and it’s HOT! We’re going to do the Trucker Dew routine tomorrow to get as close Memphis as possible without killing each other. Trucker Dew, you ask? Well, you must be a newby. Last year when I was driving back from Vegas, I got hyped up on Mountain Dew and only ate Slim Jims with a side of cheese and drove for 36 hours to get home. I stopped only at truck stops to nap for a few hours before hitting the Dew again. That’s what I call pedal to the metal, trucker style.
Object of the game is to get to Maryville, Tennessee by early Friday afternoon to see my sister and her family and get into cooler weather!
Happy Trails!