Had to get away
I am sitting outside on a mountaintop and the only thing that I can hear (besides the sound of my fingers on the keyboard, that is) is the wind. Living in New York City, there are a number of things about this that are remarkable.
1. I am sitting outside. I am wearing neither shoes nor a jacket. I am not cold. It hasn’t been like this the whole trip. It did snow one night and we woke to this.
2. Quiet is something I’ve nearly forgotten.
3. This patio has more little rooms than my apartment. I am on the sunniest part, at the far right. To my left, still under the roof, is a fireplace surrounded by adobe benches. Next is an outdoor dining area and off of that, outside the roof, a stone paved desert garden with a fountain. There are more rooms, but I cannot see them from here.
4. Mountains. Mountains. More mountains.
We have been here since Sunday night (or Monday morning, depending on whether you’re counting in the time zone we left or the time zone where we are now). Two days ago, it snowed. Now it is in the sixties. Tomorrow we return to the deep freeze on the East Coast.
I get up and look at these mountains every morning. I look at them again after lunch and once more as the sun is going down. After dark, I look at the sky full of stars I can’t see in the city. They twinkle more brightly in the thin air here well over a mile above sea level.
We’ve done more than sit. We’ve hiked. We hiked Sierra del Norte
We hiked the Santa Fe National Forest
We climbed up to pay our respects to the Cross of the Martyrs (or as their signs read, “Cross of the Martyr’s” — apostrophes are cheap in New Mexico)
Did I mention the skies are incredible?
And we hiked a high ridge at Bandolier National Monument overlooking the remains of a 12th century pueblo
We resisted temptation.
We looked up.
And now, we pack.