We arrived just as a park ranger was about to lead a group on a guided tour, so we tagged along for the very informative (click the link above) and enjoyable stroll. It was Palm Sunday, and I wasn't wearing my typical costume of jeans, tee shirt, and earth shoes. No, try khakis, white shirt, Florsheims -- and, dressed like that, sans baseball cap.
After the 90-minute walk, my pate was burning and by evening it was bright red. (My dermatologist will kill me when she finds out!)Santa Fe is kind of blurry in my memory. I remember:
- the La Quinta motel, a room that opened on to a Sears parking lot, neighbors who took their yapping little dog outside every 30 minutes or so, and, thank goodness, a Kelly's liquor store around the corner.
- walking through Old Town (the various "old towns" in New Mexico all blend together just as all the hill towns in Italy do -- you seen one, you seen them all).
- the Georgia O'Keefe Museum -- some nice pieces, but a big disappointment; the exhibit was very small -- we've seen more of her stuff (and better) at the National Gallery.
We had intended to spend Monday night in Santa Fe and drive down to Albuquerque the next day, but the weather forecast called for a couple inches of snow and slush overnight and next morning, prompting the wonderful wife to offer one of her best suggestions in years: "We don't have anything planned for here tonight; why don't we drive down to Albuquerque this afternoon and avoid the snow tomorrow?" I didn't think there was much to avoid: Maybe a couple inches of snow that would melt by mid-morning, but I agreed that there was no special reason to stay in Santa Fe, so we headed off to Albuquerque Monday afternoon.
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