Santa Fe Sabbatical
September 29, 2016
Yesterday we exited I-40 West at
Clines Corner, New Mexico. It is about 50 miles north to Santa Fe from here. We
have made this exit many times since our first trip to Santa Fe in 1974. At the
time we lived in Lubbock, Texas. It was about a six-hour drive from Lubbock. I
think I always experience an internal smile when we start the last 50 miles
north to Santa Fe. I’m sure the smile is visible on my face. For many years I
have been drawn to this part of the country, especially Santa Fe and the
surrounding area. It is eye-candy for me. The climate, colors, textures,
architecture and the culture all speak to me.
So, yesterday when we made that
final exit, and made the final assent to Santa Fe, a part of me felt like this
is a homecoming. Driving north, the Sangre de Christo Mountains and the Jemez
Mountains come closer and closer. Looking to the left Sandia Peak and the
Sandia Mountains near Albuquerque are clearly visible and look like a short
walk although they are many miles away. I’ll be there early morning on Sunday
for the mass ascension of hundreds of hot-air balloons at sunrise (part of the
annual balloon fiesta). We won’t move in to our rented Santa Fe house until
Saturday. Sarah is taking art classes the next three days at a large convention
center, resort, casino, north of Santa Fe called Buffalo Thunder. It is on the
Pojoaque Pueblo. While Sarah is in class, I will be hiking, doing a trail ride
and, of course, taking hundreds of photos. More posts will follow.
On the road heading
north between Clines Corner and Santa Fe
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