Posse! Patty’s got allergies and I’m an idiot (missed the schedule because Travel) so I’m in for Wednesday! Heyyyyy!
March gave you a quick rundown on Stuff We Did in Santa Fe. I thought I would give you a bit of intel from the trip (as in to-from, etc) as well as my perspective of the glory that is Northern New Mexico. Strap in, babysnakes! We are rollin’ along!
Train travel: I am ALL for it. A total convert and devotee. Yonks ago, on a whim, I took the train from Chicago to DC to visit Missy March – the train I was on had a choice of upper or lower and by chance I chose lower – it was delightful! Maybe…10? seats to a car? No stress. Glorious. This NM trip was all one level but it was sparsely populated and the scenery was gorgeous, both inside and out. Once you leave IA (right across the Mississippi from me) the topography starts to change and really… once you get out of Kansas, heading West?? you realize you really aren’t in Kansas anymore. Gorgeous red rock in (wait for it)… Colorado, the sky begins to open up in a way that just feels…different, even though the Midwestern plains & fields are every bit as open. As you head to New Mexico it takes on a beautifully alien look – this is my second trip into NM and the landscape continues to beguile and terrify me, in equal measure.
The interior of the train? Well. I dunno why Floyd was feeling so generous but Thank. You. Floyd. My car was jammed with gorgeous, ripped, fit young men (including, Blessed Be, a Young Rudy Reyes clone who sat across the aisle from me. Omg). Like I’d stumbled upon a Marine platoon. Hoo-rah! My favorite, though, was the hot PR (my people – I can say that 😉 who … bless his hort (good thing he is hot) … meant to go to Las Vegas…NV. And nearly got bounced off the train at Las Vegas NM. ( which would’ve been tragic, as there is nothing – and I mean NOTHING – in Las Vegas NM). He was on his way to a prizefight (my people) in LV, NV. Luckily he figured it out before LV NM and the conductor helped him instead of being a jackass and we giggled at that mistake for a good, long while. New Mexico is NOT Rhode Island – it takes a bit to get from Point A to wherever the hell Point B is. Long. But lovely when you are dawg-mad flirting with a guy half your age who’s built like a light-heavyweight prizefighter, with flashing midnight eyes and a killer smile and okay I’ll stop now…
I did enjoy folks with other attributes, too (I promise! I still have some depth ;-). A lady raising her special needs grandson – she needed to talk – a LOT but… y’know? I figured I could just sit there and listen, right? So I did. Sometimes it’s good to just give the gift of your ears. And a really excellent time was spent with a man named Shaun Duguay (aka Donny Donut) – a very humbling experience, hearing his story. Chatting about why we were on the train, he told me he was on his way to CA to pick up a family in need and drive them back to PA (that’s right – Pennsylvania!!) where The Donny Donut Project had a job and housing waiting for them. Yes. How cool is that?!! During the conversation Shaun told me he’d spent a bit (okay, a LOT) of time in the penal system and at some pivotal point decided to get a grip and turn his life around. He is now walking his talk and helping others and ministering in practical ways. It was… well… it was nice. His organization ‘aim(s) to be a beacon of Light and Hope… in a very dark time’. Well, Donny, you’re doing it – and doing it well. Thank you for giving a damb.
Some other observations: New Mexico is DRY AF!!! I remember that from our last visit, when my cuticles simply fell off my fingers – but it’s still shocking. I think I could live there – but ONLY if I invested heavily in moisturizer. A LOT OF MOISTURIZER. Sweatergawd, I must’ve dampened and reapplied … 5x daily? Maybe more. Brutal, that dry, high desert air. I drank sooo much water.
Alas, no Danger Noodles this trip – but it’s November. DNs get chilly. I’ll see them in July.
Visually, New Mexico is… vast. I know. I know. I already yarked on about that but DAYum! I’ve driven and ridden all over this country and.. well, the drive from Santa Fe to Albuquerque still took my breath away. Dropping down from altitude to ‘a lot less altitude’ in a 50 min drive was both exhilarating and terrifying, like being in the Mars Rover except there’s more traffic and a lot of signage (ABQ apparently doesn’t have the same zoning laws as Santa Fe). I’d love to take those hills and curves on a motorcycle. That would be a blast!!!
Chow. I could live off green chile. Forever. There. I said it.
Cowboy hats. And cowboys. As in Texas, they work. Hard. Even in Walmart (where you can buy them, btw. Yep. The hats. Not the cowboys. Though it would be nice….okay I’ll stop now.).
Gosh, I had a great time! And… on the train coming back? A sweet surprise! Floyd put that Young Rudy clone back on the same train, in the same car! Blessed Be! I mean, what are the chances? It’s not as if I were on a commuter train – that’s 24hrs for me, even more for him (he was LA). But I am NOT complaining. I mean, what ARE the chances, right? Obviously Floyd wanted me to have something pretty to look at.
Floyd is Good.
Okay – I’m off on another adventure, this time via air so I’ll have to check to make sure I don’t inadvertently get in hot water with TSA (it’s happened – several years ago I had to ‘step out of line’ and go Fedex some tactical edge weapons that were snoozing in my cosmetic bag – sweatergawd I’d forgotten they were in there. Dunno if ‘step out of line’ would result in me going to Fedex now, though. Not these days.). Has that ever happened to you? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.*
*update: back from my weekend (air travel) visit – no TSA issues this time but I do have some weirdness to discuss with y’all, about how Perfume can make it or break it and Going to Other People’s Houses. We’ll yap about that A WEEK FROM NEXT TUESDAY (since, apparently, I cannot do my damb scheduling job correctly).