Since we got here we haven't done much in the way of exploring or enjoying our new state, partially because of money but also because of laziness. And the fact that Robbie and I are certified homebodies. Sometimes I really feel like we just picked our life up in Wilton and dropped it here, does that make sense? I was pretty excited, then, when Rob had the idea of going hiking on a mountain about two and a half hours north of here.
The drive was beautiful and a guy with a barbed wire tattoo told me my tattoos were "fierce." What a compliment, am I right?!
The hike was totally deserted which is just how we like our hikes. I did have to stop pretty frequently to catch my breath. I have a strong fear of closed-in places, and the thinner air here causes me to hyperventilate at the slightest hint of physical activity. I'm ashamed sometimes that I'm not more of an outdoor girl, but that's fodder for another post.
The strangest and most unexpected aspect of the hike was the mud and snow. 75 degrees outside, sun shining, and yet we found ourselves traipsing through snow. BIZZARO WORLD, I tell you. It ended up being totally worth it though, because the view from the top was just lovely.
Cypress was caked in mud from the hike so on the way back we stopped at the Rio Grande to give her an ersatz bath. Is it weird that I think it's cool that Cypress got to swim in the Rio Grande? Probably, but here we are.
When we got back into Santa Fe, we picked up Indian food from a restaurant we hadn't visited yet (it was amazing, especially the mango lassi.
After a filling Indian dinner, we watched the Mad Men premiere which was as awesome as I thought it would be, then snuggled in bed to MST3K before falling asleep by 10.
A simple day, yes, but a wonderful one. We are only a week away from Rob starting the fire season so I'm trying to soak all his time up that I can now. With each day that passes I get more nervous but also more excited for him.
Also, funny story: as usual I was super jumpy the entire time for fear of seeing a tarantula or rattlesnake. I kept seeing pinecones that looked like the one below and thinking they were giant hairy insects, and Rob had a hearty laugh at my spaz-itude. I thought you might as well.
