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Santa Fe Saturday....
Apr. 14th, 2012 08:48 pmThe day got off to an early start when Shiloh asked to be escorted outside at 5:30 in the morning. I was not able to go back to sleep after that, at least not until about 9 am, when I dozed off while watching the weather report on television.
Last night, Natalie and I went to The Springs with Huntür and her cousin Hailey, and while the girls pretty much stuck to the swimming pool (89°F), where they could toss a largish plastic ball back and forth, Natalie and I went out in search of a "just right" soaking pool. The first one we tried was not too much hotter than the pool the girls were in (98°F) and too cold; the second, named "The Lobster Pot" (officially 107°F, but I'm sure it was hotter) was too hot.
Alas, there was no Goldilocks ending to our quest. In the end, Natalie and I ended up spending most of our time in a pool with 102°F water.
Natalie woke me this morning at around 10 am, having spent the night with Drew and his family. The skies were cloudy, something was falling out of the sky somewhere behind us and to our right, and we were headed for Santa Fe, where Natalie would catch a "RailRunner" that would take her to Albuquerque, where she is visiting a friend before tomorrow's flight back to the West Coast.
The drive down was pretty uneventful. We arrived early enough to allow Natalie to stop by Trader Joe's, and I tagged along. It's an interesting place.
I came away with a couple of bottles of local wine, some nuts, and other items (such as a grinder filled with sugar, chocolate, and coffee bean, which just intrigued me, so I got it). We then thought of perhaps catching a quick bite at a Thai place, but both places that were near us were closed until later in the afternoon, and Natalie's train was leaving at around 3:30 pm.
The road back was pretty uneventful, too, if you don't count the fact that the wind was so strong at Camel Rock, I had to brace myself as I put gas in the car. With that kind of wind and an ambient temperature of 33°F, I was a little leery of the wet patches on the road (which became ever more frequent as I moved back north), but I don't think I was ever really in any danger.
As I passed Chromo (about 5 miles north of the border between Colorado and New Mexico and 25 miles by road from Pagosa), I was keenly aware of the patches of light and shadow in the sky, with the darker parts appearing in that part of the sky above where I needed to eventually go. Those final couple of dozen miles passed without comment (or precipitation), and the snow—when it came—started just as I turned into the driveway of our condo. After a few seconds, I was in a whiteout.
A few minutes later, Drew called to find out where I was, and he sounded pretty relieved to hear I had already made it home. I was pretty relieved, too.
Last night, Natalie and I went to The Springs with Huntür and her cousin Hailey, and while the girls pretty much stuck to the swimming pool (89°F), where they could toss a largish plastic ball back and forth, Natalie and I went out in search of a "just right" soaking pool. The first one we tried was not too much hotter than the pool the girls were in (98°F) and too cold; the second, named "The Lobster Pot" (officially 107°F, but I'm sure it was hotter) was too hot.
Alas, there was no Goldilocks ending to our quest. In the end, Natalie and I ended up spending most of our time in a pool with 102°F water.
Natalie woke me this morning at around 10 am, having spent the night with Drew and his family. The skies were cloudy, something was falling out of the sky somewhere behind us and to our right, and we were headed for Santa Fe, where Natalie would catch a "RailRunner" that would take her to Albuquerque, where she is visiting a friend before tomorrow's flight back to the West Coast.
The drive down was pretty uneventful. We arrived early enough to allow Natalie to stop by Trader Joe's, and I tagged along. It's an interesting place.
I came away with a couple of bottles of local wine, some nuts, and other items (such as a grinder filled with sugar, chocolate, and coffee bean, which just intrigued me, so I got it). We then thought of perhaps catching a quick bite at a Thai place, but both places that were near us were closed until later in the afternoon, and Natalie's train was leaving at around 3:30 pm.
The road back was pretty uneventful, too, if you don't count the fact that the wind was so strong at Camel Rock, I had to brace myself as I put gas in the car. With that kind of wind and an ambient temperature of 33°F, I was a little leery of the wet patches on the road (which became ever more frequent as I moved back north), but I don't think I was ever really in any danger.
As I passed Chromo (about 5 miles north of the border between Colorado and New Mexico and 25 miles by road from Pagosa), I was keenly aware of the patches of light and shadow in the sky, with the darker parts appearing in that part of the sky above where I needed to eventually go. Those final couple of dozen miles passed without comment (or precipitation), and the snow—when it came—started just as I turned into the driveway of our condo. After a few seconds, I was in a whiteout.
A few minutes later, Drew called to find out where I was, and he sounded pretty relieved to hear I had already made it home. I was pretty relieved, too.
