For some reason, this date always has stuck in my head as the birthday of one of my oldest friends from Boston. So happy birthday, Sue, hope it’s a great day!
Now, on to the weekly report…
I’m still in Albuquerque, enjoying the dry weather and exploring the city.
Wednesday night was dinner with old running friends (we’re old and we have known each other a long time too) was great, and it was a great way to end the day. Thanks, Teresa, Marc, and Brigitte, for the great evening. (And thanks, too, to Brigitte and Marc for holding dozens of Amazon boxes and mail packets for weeks!)
Thursday I went to find the Bosque Trail along the Rio Grande but didn’t count on the massive street construction project along my route, so I switched to Plan B and visited the Bugarium and the Botanical Gardens, both of which were awesome in very different ways.
Friday, I found the southern end of the Bosque Trail and did an hour’s run/walk session, while spotting Air Force FA-18s flying overhead in twos and fours. The trees are just budding out, which my sinuses hate, but my camera loves.
Saturday? Well, who doesn’t want to see Old Town Albuquerque when it has attractions like this?
Oops, I mean like this:
I spent the day with my erstwhile traveling friend, Linda, and my ex-Boston friend, Lorinda and her husband, Alan. (Funny story: Alan is the brother of one of my old boat captains, Peg, from the Clearwater in New York, but I never twigged Peg and Lorinda were at all connected until the Facebook era when I saw them talking and asked how they were related!)
We wandered around Old Town for a while. I didn’t get a picture of it, but I met one of the last surviving Navajo code talkers from World War II. My dad thought those guys were the best, and I wish I could have told him I finally met one and shook his hand and thanked him for his service. If you’ve never heard of the code talkers, go watch Windtalkers.
We ended the day with good conversation and dinner. On the way there, we drove over a musical road! Someone had figured out how to cut grooves in the tarmac so that when you put your right tires on them and drove at 45 mph, you hear America the Beautiful. No kidding!
Sunday, I met back up with Brigitte for brunch (I am seriously addicted to the New Mexican versions of biscuits and gravy) and then we met up with Marc to drive up to Sandia Crest with Flat Eliza. We got some good views of the country from two miles above sea level.
Monday was moving day, up to a little campground just north of Albuquerque, with a beautiful view of the Sandia mountains out my big front window.
Tuesday, I did some roadtripping around Los Alamos and it was even more gorgeous than I had hoped. More exploring to come in the next week!
Today? Well, it starts with dropping Bella at the body shop, where they will take 4-5 days to fix the bumper damage. I’m a little nervous about this since she’s my tow vehicle. No Bella, no moving. Fingers crossed it all works out and I have her back next Monday.
When you turn around, you’ll see something I bet you’ve never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you’ll fit in nicely. If you don’t feel anything, then maybe you don’t belong here.
Veronica Randolph Batterson