You thought I was joking about that boring you with details thing the other day, didn’t you?
Here’s more boring details. A few of the more memorable occurrences during our traipse across the Southwestern United States. In no particular order, I think.
Swimming with old friends. Really lovely. Especially when joined by a swimming pug. Who can beat that? (excuse the post-swim hair)
New Mexico Museum of Natural History and Planetarium. Cool Fractal film in the planetarium. The boys were completely convinced that the planetarium floor was moving up and down during the film. (It wasn’t) The natural history of the personal computer was a surprising bonus that we wished we’d had more time to explore.
Family barbecue with a city full of fireworks. With a view to die for, we ate dogs, burgers, peach cobbler. From the porch at my folks’ house we could see the fireworks in Rio Rancho, the Balloon Fiesta Park, Isotope Stadium, Four Hills, as well as random personal displays all over the city (these unsanctioned explosions risked $10,000 fines in a heightened fire-risk year). Completely worth the trip. And we fell right into bed when it was over.
Road Tarantulas. More than 20 of them, on the highway between Pecos, Texas and Artesia, New Mexico. I think I squished a few of them, but only because, big as they were, I couldn’t see them until they were right in front of the van. I have to think they were driven to cross the road by the thunderstorms since, our our rain-free return home I didn’t see a single one.
Driving through the Jemez Mountains on a rainy July afternoon, peeing in the woods, collecting Ponderosa Pine cones for souvenir gifts. Sweet fun, especially with three curious kids.
Meeting a “Known Associate.” Ok, we didn’t so much “meet” him as pass him and smile and say hello in a gas station. The front of his t-shirt declared him a known associate. Of what, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but the back told me it was the Banditos. There must have been some kind of biker theme on this trip. Perhaps it’s the price of gas?
Hand-crocheted Sonar covers. We were surprised by a sneak-attack gift of handmade lap-blankets for the Sonars. I say sneak-attack because they were left quietly, without immediate direct explanation because the maker feared the Sonars wouldn’t like them. Little did she know that I have three of the most delicious craft-loving little people in the world. Enthusiastically, they wrapped themselves in their wee love-creations as they watched fireworks under the cooling desert sky.
Kilt-hose. I might get to make some. Maybe.
Partner Sweater. Cast on. Did hood. Started shoulders. Two+ skeins worked so far.
Check Engine Light. We are assured that this is just a problem sensor, and nothing to worry about. Unless it starts flashing, and then it’s bad. But seriously. No one wants to have the Check Engine light come on in the middle of a 2000 mile summer trip. Especially when you’re as far from home as you can be.
Albuquerque Aquarium and Botanical Gardens. Part of the
Rio Grande Biopark. We did the zoo last year. Go to see the mouthful of teeth on the Sand Tiger sharks and the model boats. But seriously, do NOT miss the Children’s Fantasy Garden. We were so pleasantly surprised by the dragon, and that would have been enough for us. To turn and find the giant vegetables, well, that was just the best kind of icing on the delight cake. What if we could all have a dragon and some giant carrots in our garden??? We will repeat this one next time for sure.
Desert Sky Wind Farm outside Fort Stockton, Texas. These gigantic wind turbines sort of appear suddenly, in the middle of a vast expanse of rolling desert nothingness. They remind me of starched soldiers, marching across the ridgetops. While unimposing in a way, they do help me understand how Don Quixote could mistake them for giant aggressors in need of conquest.
And there was so much more. We had such a grand and wonderful time and we can’t wait to do it all again next time.
Reader Comments (2)
What a lovely trip! I so enjoyed hearing more about your adventures. The Sonars are getting so big and boy-like. Littlest Sonar reminds me of Biggest Sonar at his age. But they are turning into their own very real, very cool little people. Sigh. I miss you all.
Having fun on my own adventures but need to dredge up more energy for serious blogging. :)
Take care and have super weekend.
Astraea
Hey...we saw a wind farm, too, at the edge of the Prairies, heading into the Rocky Mnt foothills!