July 24, 2014
We managed to slip away last week. The stated reason was to attend Uncle Dave's 90th birthday in Amarillo. That, of course, was fabulous. But if you have already made it as far as Amarillo, why not jump off into New Mexico? And we did.
First, we stopped in to see our great friends Carla and Larry just above Santa Fe to admire their new place, get to know their new dogs better, and share their view. I will put a photo of their view here soon.
Then we headed to Taos. Here's our view of Taos Mountain:
Walter and I come to New Mexico mainly to soak up cool air (52 degrees on the balcony this morning during coffee) and to hike. I picked the hike today: The Italianos Canyon Trail. It had numerous water crossings and some rather challenging switchback courses. Walter and I had quite a discussions about whether a donkey could get up the trail to carry chain saws and equipment to clear felled trees and such. We decided "no."
All along the way, I thought we were on a "moderate" trail, and I kept thinking how poor my wind was and how out of shape I was, and how I probably couldn't make it a mile on some of the "strenuous" trails any more. It turns out that that kind of thinking was very similar to what I experienced when Davis was born.
And, in fact, there may be a definite advantage to hiking a strenuous trail while thinking it is only moderate.
I labored for about an hour and a half and couldn't imagine going another 22 hours like the birthing coach said was typical for first moms. He was born after a total of an hour and fifty minutes labor.
The rating for Italianos Canyon is, in fact, strenuous. I feel better now.
One of the things about Taos, is that they know how to do doors. This is a small sample of the dozens of doors we walk by in the three or four blocks between our hotel and the plaza. I suspect that anyone could be an optimist if you lived in a place where the possibilities of opening a door was this appealing.
This is the way my life has been, especially the last few years. A door shows up waiting to be opened, and invariably, I walk through. Although it is the subject of another post, here is my most recent door: