Thanksgiving in Santa Fe: Day 6

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The day before Thanksgiving.  A day to prepare what we can in advance of the big cooking, and maybe get some exercise in.  A day to be motivated!

In the morning though, I got a text from Dominic, checking in with Dave’s status. This dent in my sleeping bag on my bed is apparently where Dave has been spending some quality time.

Dave was here

Dave was here

I started to miss Dave a lot, and then slid down the sneaky path of anxiety about the disaster of my apartment when I get back.  I only just moved in barely two weeks before I left for this trip, and there are boxes everywhere.  I’ve been incredibly busy in that short time.  No, no.  Back away from the negative feelings.  You are on vacation, Elise.  Nice things only. Besides, as Dominic pointed out, “You’re in Santa Fe.  You’re not supposed to be stressed.”  Ok.  No problem.  I’ve got this.

I took a shower and got to work making apple crisp.  Of course I was playing music so the kitchen was appropriately dancey. I was feeling better already.  Yay! It took a bit longer for the thing to bake than usual because elevation.  But, it came out looking lovely, if I do say so.

This is not a small apple crisp.

This is not a small apple crisp.

I puttered around a bit, and then got ready for the gym.  It was a big lifting day – squats and deadlifts.  I spend time mathing up my lifts in advance and entering them into the notepad in my phone so I could remember what I was supposed to be doing, and then I walked up. The front desk dude remembered me from Monday, so that was cool.

Behind Builders Source Appliance Gallery

Behind Builders Source Appliance Gallery

I was pretty proud of myself for how hard I worked for an hour and a half using equipment I wasn’t used to, no chalk for my deadlifts, and without my trainer Drew.  I heard his voice in my head though, and that helped.  Big big air, screw your feet in, you got this Elise, you’re plenty strong.

I am your sleazy Tinder date.

I am your sleazy Tinder date.

At the edge of the parking lot I noticed an entire loaf of bread on the ground. Ok. I also narrowly escaped being backed over by a mail truck as I walked on the sidewalk next to the gas station, so that was fun.

Bread

Bread

The sun sets quickly this time of year, but it seems like it is even faster here.  I don’t know if it is because the sky is so much bigger, or it is more noticeable because the sunsets are so epic, even when there are clouds.  It is very beautiful, either way, and I am happy to experience one of the things that has resulted in Micah falling so in love with this place.

Even the cloudcover is gorgeous

Even the cloudcover is gorgeous

I got home and flopped into the chair and Micah got to experience firsthand my post-lifting bliss.  I am so sensitive to my own brain chemicals, and big lifts combined with high elevation weirdness left me rather light headed.  I get so derpy and lovey and it is just silly.  I ate most of a container of cottage cheese and took a shower and was human again!

We went to Jinja for supper, since we would be doing big cooking the next day and it made sense to do something easy and fun.

Ooh la la!

Ooh la la!

We had tea and noodles and everything was lovely.  Our waitress Erika was a delight, and I was just so happy.  Still lifting bliss, I think, but either way it was a beautiful evening.  The breezes across the parking lot were lovely.

So pretty!

So pretty!

We watched The Lego Movie before bed, and that was a perfect end to a day that had started out sort of hard for me, but ended so well.

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.