Bandelier National Monument
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... this as a semi rest day - hence the killer day yesterday - as we had not seen a town or a shower for five days and just wanted to get settled and relax for the afternoon. In short, we both felt pretty strung out and just wanted one afternoon off to relax. We headed over the road to the art exhibition - there's lots of art around this area and an art studio tour on this week - and got talking to Jay, the lady who is organizing the exhibition in Abiquiu. When we said we ...
... alone: no one peeked out a window, no dogs slept in the minimal shade, no birds twittered. Had we missed the message about evacuating because of some unknown doom?
We wandered into an open gallery hoping get directions to the O'Keefe home. No one was there! We were studying the eclectic assortment of wood carvings, portraits on wood, and jewelry creations when the gallery owner appeared and pointed toward the home. But there was a catch: the home is ...
... different route from the one in May. Towards evening the weather changed, it started raining, and the next morning all the cars on the parking lot were covered with snow.
Before I left Albuquerque and Diane's house on Sunday, we went to the Farmers' Market on Saturday morning, then picked up 1,500 cookies for the evening's concert, and finally went to the concert itself, which ...
... shade with a Corona. We barely ate half before feeling full so we took boxes home for later. We had a nosey round some shops where Vicki bought another wooden rabbit, I bought some earrings and we went in the sweat shop and got some treats for people at home. Storm clouds rolled in and it started to rain with thunder and lightening so we got a taxi back. We chilled out waiting for the rain to stop before venturing down the road. We ...
... turned around and paddled back toward the put in.
A motor boat came slowly toward us on the no wake lake, and the captain asked if we were looking for the Far Flung Adventures shuttle.
We told him no and paddled on, when at once we heard a frying sound coming from across the lake. What? What's that? Turned out to be rain! Beautiful sound, but strange.