Everything is so green..!
7.07.2006
back east: arrival
I'm in Virginia for a few days to meet with our realtor and get our condo in Colonial Village ready to list for sale. Arrived at National Airport (I refuse to call it by its (new) full name), and took the Metro back to the old place.
Everything is so green..!
Everything is so green..!
7.06.2006
The New Indie One-oh-one-five
At Pancakes on the Plaza, the new folks behind Indie 101.5 FM (who are the same ones behind Blu 102.9) were announcing their presence. This means the demise of the station that we've been listening to since Monica found it a few months back. It's still a pretty eclectic mix, and it seems like I might actually hear some of the music the hip kids are listening to these days instead of just reading about it, but I worry that it's not going to have the same local flavor (as in the recently mentioned Joe West). The new Indie 101.5 site isn't quite finalized, so the playlist's still at the old KWRP one.
Also: we have some iTunes credits to use by the end of the month. Any suggestions?
Also: we have some iTunes credits to use by the end of the month. Any suggestions?
7.04.2006
Pancakes — On The Plaza, And Elsewhere
Pancakes on the Plaza is a Santa Fe institution (or so we're told), a big community event. I was curious, but we weren't feeling ambitious enough to actually plan on eating there. Just hopped on my bike to see what it's all about.
The first thing I encountered was the Vintage Car Show. That was a treat. [Click for larger]
The Plaza was pretty packed; three huge tents were serving, and you couldn't really tell where the lines ended.
Back home, where Monica made Double Chocolate Pancakes.
The first thing I encountered was the Vintage Car Show. That was a treat. [Click for larger]
The Plaza was pretty packed; three huge tents were serving, and you couldn't really tell where the lines ended.
Back home, where Monica made Double Chocolate Pancakes.
Vegas, Baby
Been interested in Las Vegas (the one here in New Mexico) ever since we passed through there last year. A recent article in New Mexico Magazine (oh, look, Santa Fean Joe West is their featured artist this month) highlighted Las Vegas and mentioned something about their three-day Fourth of July festivities. A good a time to go as any. We headed out on Monday.
It's about an hour from Santa Fe, so we got there around noon, parked near Old Town, and followed the crowds and sounds of music to the festival. A bandstand, set up in the plaza, ringed by vendors of various sorts. We wandered the festival, and then a bit around Old Town. To be honest, there wasn't much other than the old buildings — this was a boom town in the late 1800s, fueled by trading and the train — in varying degrees of preservation. [click small pix for more detail]
Around the time the rain rolled in, we'd decided that we would get in the car, go find the coffee shop we stopped at last year, and check out that area. On the way, passed by the Carnegie Library, a legacy of Andrew Carnegie's philanthropy. It's small, but still in use as a public libarary — and it has a card catalog.
The Super Chief Coffee Bar is all finished and was pretty full of lunchtime diners. An iced mocha, some brownie, and we ducked outside to photograph the cowgirl mural that, from the look of the photo in the article, had been repainted. And it had, according to the credits on the wall — where we also learned it had originally been painted for Red Dawn. A few more shots, then back in the car. We came into town the back way, and so figured we'd leave via the main road (as we did last time). So you can understand our confusion when we got to the turn we remembered and found this.
Figure it's for a movie, maybe even for the upcoming No Country For Old Men, adapted from the Cormac McCarthy novel.
About halfway between Las Vegas and Santa Fe is Pecos National Historical Park, which we'd not heard of until M&D&S visited in the spring, bearing a Boston Globe article about it. With plenty of time left in the day, we decided to check it out.
The Pueblo of Pecos has a history that spans centuries, as a settlement of around 2000 people developed during the 1400s. Through encounters with, subsequent subjugation by (and revolt against) the Spanish, dealings and conflicts with the Plains Indians, it was a central, thriving community until the early 1800s. Now, the ruins of the pueblo — once, a five-story walled town — and the missions (one was burned down during the revolt) form the basis for this park. There is a trail, an easy mile-and-a-quarter gravel path that loops around and through the pueblo that offers amazing views of the surrounding area. As we were there, gray clouds in the distance occasionally flickered with lightning. We took our time, climbing down into the kivas and examining the new adobe that's being used to repair the church, then left for home. [click small pix for more detail]
At home, there was an invitation from Jett & Serena to go see District B13. A series of pretty spectacularly put-together action scenes. A lot of fun.
It's about an hour from Santa Fe, so we got there around noon, parked near Old Town, and followed the crowds and sounds of music to the festival. A bandstand, set up in the plaza, ringed by vendors of various sorts. We wandered the festival, and then a bit around Old Town. To be honest, there wasn't much other than the old buildings — this was a boom town in the late 1800s, fueled by trading and the train — in varying degrees of preservation. [click small pix for more detail]
Around the time the rain rolled in, we'd decided that we would get in the car, go find the coffee shop we stopped at last year, and check out that area. On the way, passed by the Carnegie Library, a legacy of Andrew Carnegie's philanthropy. It's small, but still in use as a public libarary — and it has a card catalog.
The Super Chief Coffee Bar is all finished and was pretty full of lunchtime diners. An iced mocha, some brownie, and we ducked outside to photograph the cowgirl mural that, from the look of the photo in the article, had been repainted. And it had, according to the credits on the wall — where we also learned it had originally been painted for Red Dawn. A few more shots, then back in the car. We came into town the back way, and so figured we'd leave via the main road (as we did last time). So you can understand our confusion when we got to the turn we remembered and found this.
Figure it's for a movie, maybe even for the upcoming No Country For Old Men, adapted from the Cormac McCarthy novel.
About halfway between Las Vegas and Santa Fe is Pecos National Historical Park, which we'd not heard of until M&D&S visited in the spring, bearing a Boston Globe article about it. With plenty of time left in the day, we decided to check it out.
The Pueblo of Pecos has a history that spans centuries, as a settlement of around 2000 people developed during the 1400s. Through encounters with, subsequent subjugation by (and revolt against) the Spanish, dealings and conflicts with the Plains Indians, it was a central, thriving community until the early 1800s. Now, the ruins of the pueblo — once, a five-story walled town — and the missions (one was burned down during the revolt) form the basis for this park. There is a trail, an easy mile-and-a-quarter gravel path that loops around and through the pueblo that offers amazing views of the surrounding area. As we were there, gray clouds in the distance occasionally flickered with lightning. We took our time, climbing down into the kivas and examining the new adobe that's being used to repair the church, then left for home. [click small pix for more detail]
At home, there was an invitation from Jett & Serena to go see District B13. A series of pretty spectacularly put-together action scenes. A lot of fun.
7.02.2006
Jemez River
I really like those burritos at the Farmers Market. But, they just can't compete with the ones actually served at Santa Fe Baking Company. Crispier. Gooier. Warmer. We had some yesterday morning.
And then headed to East Fork of the Jemez River for a little hike. It's about an hour to the trailhead, about 10 miles beyond the Caldera, and we hit the trail around noon. It starts through a pine forest and the smell was just wonderful. It's an easy, meandering trail.
And, at one point, you can go down to the river, or to the "box," kind of a little canyon. We opted for the latter, at which point the trail just drops about straight down for a quarter-mile, opening on the river.
And the first river crossing.
We sat for a bit, considered our options, and figured that by following the river, we'd meet up with the trail eventually, and avoid that climb back up. There was some traffic, other hikers and fishers doing the same thing.
And so the river crossings continued. I stopped photographing at some point. We grew to understand another hiker's comment about why he wears sandals on this trail, so he didn't have to keep taking the boots off and putting them back on.
We got away from the river trail (or it got away from us), and we wound up on some of the cross-country skiing trails, which led us back to the river. And to the cows.
That's when it started raining.
Yes, the weather out here can turn at any minute, we know. We've read that. We've experienced that. We also know that, every day this past week, it's rained in the afternoon. So, with the rain jackets safely in the trunk of the car, we settled in under a tree to wait for it to pass. After about 30 minutes, and with the promise of clearing skies, we headed back out. At which point it stopped. It was just about a quarter-mile to the road, and from there, a quarter-mile back to the trailhead.
And then headed to East Fork of the Jemez River for a little hike. It's about an hour to the trailhead, about 10 miles beyond the Caldera, and we hit the trail around noon. It starts through a pine forest and the smell was just wonderful. It's an easy, meandering trail.
And, at one point, you can go down to the river, or to the "box," kind of a little canyon. We opted for the latter, at which point the trail just drops about straight down for a quarter-mile, opening on the river.
And the first river crossing.
We sat for a bit, considered our options, and figured that by following the river, we'd meet up with the trail eventually, and avoid that climb back up. There was some traffic, other hikers and fishers doing the same thing.
And so the river crossings continued. I stopped photographing at some point. We grew to understand another hiker's comment about why he wears sandals on this trail, so he didn't have to keep taking the boots off and putting them back on.
We got away from the river trail (or it got away from us), and we wound up on some of the cross-country skiing trails, which led us back to the river. And to the cows.
That's when it started raining.
Yes, the weather out here can turn at any minute, we know. We've read that. We've experienced that. We also know that, every day this past week, it's rained in the afternoon. So, with the rain jackets safely in the trunk of the car, we settled in under a tree to wait for it to pass. After about 30 minutes, and with the promise of clearing skies, we headed back out. At which point it stopped. It was just about a quarter-mile to the road, and from there, a quarter-mile back to the trailhead.
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