Thanksgiving in Santa Fe: Day 5

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Tuesday and Micah is at work.  But not me – I’m on vacation! Yeah, vacation! I can do vacation.  Let’s see … I’ll just log in to Remote Desktop and print out some notices to tenants in my dad’s office, watch a couple of training videos for the new software …  No no no that’s not vacation.

Ok let’s see … how about this – I’ll watch some Daily Show and knit. Yes!  That’s very vacationy.  I’ll wear comfy pants and everything.  Drink tea.  The whole bit.

I lasted a little while, but I am just not very good at this whole relaxation thing, especially since it was pretty nice outside and I was craving interaction with other creatures.

My feet were still a bit grumpy from yesterday’s excursion (I was wearing my Converse for those miles), and so I didn’t feel like going too far – feet are important and we should love and care for them well, as they get us where we want to go.

Time Lady

Time Lady

I ended up at a pub called The Loyal Hound.  It’s in a bit of a strip mall, surrounded by a Pizza Hut and an Anytime Fitness.  I sat at the bar and three different people attended to me at once; it was very endearing. The place had a very warm feel to it.  The others at the bar were regulars, and the staff was so jovial.

I ordered the pretzel plate, and in a moment of foolhardiness, The La Cumbre Witch’s Tit.  Now, I am not sure why I did this.  It is a Pumpkin Spice beer.  I cannot stand Pumpkinhead.  I barely like fruit beers.  Why why why did I do this.

Yes it's a pig because dog is too chewy

Yes it’s a pig because dog is too chewy

It was very pumpkin spicy.  It was fairly foul.  I … why did I do this?

I was chatting up a fellow behind the bar who happened to be one of the co-owners, Dave.  His wife Renee runs the kitchen.  Dave’s from Northern Virginia originally, and was familiar with some of my New England colloquialisms.  I learned that the Loyal Hound is in fact a beagle.  They’ve got a couple of beagles now, and a cat.  The first dog, Lola, was raised by the cat and thinks she is one.  The new dog, Otis, is very … vocal.  Lola will train him I’m sure.

Dave asked me what I wanted for dessert, and I said a sour beer.  I told him about how The King’s Head has a whole sour section on their beer menu, and we chatted about beer and how Portland is an awesome town for it. He was so pleased with my beer appreciation that he bought me one!

Nomm

Nomm

Brouwerj De Troch Winter Gueuze (2014) which is Renee’s favorite and so so so delightful.  Very fizzy, tart, pleasant.

I chatted, too, with a wonderful woman named Janie.  She’s a biology professor at the community college, and has such amazing stories.  Her mother was from Massachusetts and her father from Texas.  Her mother taught her to read and write and her father taught her how to fix things.  She has dogs and cats and a beautiful soul.  I hope that we cross paths again, because before I knew it, the sun was starting to set and I needed to head home so Micah and I could do our Thanksgiving shopping.

JJ Abrams would be so proud

JJ Abrams would be so proud

I like Micah’s little neighborhood, but I am still getting used to how this part of the country looks.  It has such a big beautiful sky, and wicked fascinating geology, but I have to said the monochromatic nature of everything makes so many buildings and homes look so samey.  And, it is arid so there is very little grass.  As such, people’s front lawns are often gravel.

Front lawns made of gravel

Front lawns made of gravel

It makes me feel a bit like I’m in some sort of post-apocalyptic world, except everyone at the Post Office is wicked nice.

As one would imagine on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, the grocery store was a mad house.  I was very amused by the soda choice of the lady in front of us in the check out line, though.

Big old jug of Squirt.

Big old jug of Squirt.

We came home and ate some light supper, and watched Martyrs.  Holy crap what even.  French people, why have you made this.

So I watched some cartoons to cleanse my brain so I could sleep.

Goodnight, Moon.

Goodnight, Moon.

Thanksgiving in Santa Fe: Day 4

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Monday and Micah is back to work so I’m on my own today. Time to explore! Even though Micah’s house is not downtown, it is still close to lots of stuff, particularly if you take the Santa Fe Rail Trail, which is a walking and biking path that runs adjacent to the railroad tracks. We had taken a pre-dinner walk last night that introduced me to the trail, and so I was interested to see where it would take me.

I had done some work in the morning, and so my first stop was for lunch. In walking to my destination, I was almost run over by some dude as I crossed the driveway to the Smith’s, and then as I was safely on the sidewalk he rolled down his window and whistled at me. Ah Santa Fe: come for the mountains, stay for the objectification. I mean, to be fair, there are very few pedestrians in this part of town to whistle at, and I probably have the biggest butt in the Greater Santa Fe area. Le sigh.

I ended up at the Second Street Brewery, which seemed a fine place, and I had a pint of their Scotch Ale and a cheeseburger. I recognized an older fellow from The Cowgirl the day before, so I figured he was likely a seasoned local daydrinker.

Second Street Scotch Ale

Second Street Scotch Ale

Most of the fellows at the bar were middle-aged dudes.  A couple of pierced and colorfully coiffed ladies came in, ordered some beers and then went to drink them outside where they could smoke. The space is huge, with lots of tables in the dining area.  The bigness I think makes it feel a little sterile, but the bar area felt friendly.

The bartender Krissy’s from Pennsylvania, and expressed sadness at the lack of Yuengling in her life for the last 10/+ years she has lived in Santa Fe.  She talked about how the elevation has made her a superhero drinker when she visits family back home at sea level, but it took her a couple of years to get to that point.  She was pretty rad over all and told me to drink lots of water during my stay.  This is not the first or last time I’d hear this advice, and I’ve been doing my best to stay adequately hydrated at all times.

I left Second Street and headed out on the trail. For the most part where I walked, the trail is paved.  Every pedestrian I passed smiled and said hello, which was both pleasant and a little unnerving.  I’m used to that sort of thing in a really small town or neighborhood, but it was a bit foreign in such a big place.

Heading out on the Santa Fe Rail Trail

Heading out on the Santa Fe Rail Trail

Eventually the trail took me to Cerrillos Road, which had some shops to explore.  There was a sign that said DONUTS COINS which amused me, as the single sign advertised two separate establishments, but I like to pretend they are in fact one business that either sells both donuts and coins, or some kind of donut-coin hybrid.  Alas, it is the beloved Whoos Donuts.  I did not go in, nor to The ChocolateSmith, because I had just had lunch and honestly I haven’t been very hungry here.  I will blame elevation?

I did, however, go into Big Adventure Comics because comic shop!  Yay! They even had a big back room where it appears that Magic card tournaments happen frequently. Sadly, the dude who was working was not very helpful. Which is fine because I love Coast City Comics and am happy to give Tristan all my comics business.

I then turned around and decided to go into Tin-Nee-Ann Trading Company because I needed some postcards.  I bought some from a delightful older gentleman to whom I told the story of how Portland, Oregon was named, and he seemed tickled at my accent and my little story.

I walked back down toward the trail again, passing a homeless couple and their dog.  They were wicked friendly and I wished I had something to give them.  Alas, they were looking for fuel and I had none.

Walking back

Walking back

Railroad pretties

Railroad pretties

I walked eight miles by the time I got back to Micah’s, where I changed into my lifting outfit and went back out to find Mandrill’s Gym.  Before leaving Portland I had searched the internet for something resembling a powerlifting gym, since I am training for the meet in December and I think I’d go insane if I missed a week anyway. The internet had suggested this was my best bet, which is handy since it is about a 10-minute walk from Micah’s house.

I did some benching and some triceps and lat accessories, and felt pretty decent about it – this was my first solo lifting adventure. The gym itself is really big, and has tons of machines and equipment, and barely anyone in there.  The dude at the front desk was wicked nice.  When I left, the sun was setting into the mountains, and the sky was this breathtaking color that I tried to photograph but … it just wasn’t happening.  It was a color I’d never seen before, and neither had my phone so it just did the best it could, I guess.

A pale imitation of the real colors of the sunset

A pale imitation of the real colors of the sunset

On the way back, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up stuff to make dinner.  I was a bit overwhelmed by the giant store, elevation brain and post-lifting euphoria but persevered!  I made dinner for Micah and me, and we watched Voices with Ryan Reynolds which was so bizarre and wonderful and I kind of love it.