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.