A Quick Trip and Goodbye

Another beautiful day in New Mexico. It's clear and bright and above freezing.

We went for a walk in the Albuquerque volcanoes. They are about 15 miles west of Albuquerque on a high ridge.

Although it's really nice to have the temperature above freezing, with all the snow they've had up here, a problem is that everything is mud, including the volcano trails. Mom is still picking it off my under-fur; the problem is that the mud has dried into clay. We're hoping they let us on the plane tomorrow, and we're not at all sure when or how we'll get the clay removed from my beautiful fur.

Yes, the sad story is that we are leaving our wonderful casita and wonderful New Mexico tomorrow and flying back to New Hampshire. However, New Hampshire is wonderful too ... and we're all three pretty impressed with ourselves at how we could turn an overnight trip in northern New Hampshire into a three-day vacation, in a 36-hour turnaround.

Going back to my friends the cats and our quiet days by the wood fire. I'll post to you on my next trip!
Best wishes to all --

Sundance

Canyon Road

Another really nice day in Northern New Mexico, with warm sun and clear skies. We went into Santa Fe and took a nice walk up and down Canyon Road, which is where all the art galleries are. The place was packed with people -- Mom said most of them were from Texas.

The story is that New Mexico is the only place in the country that has any skiing ... and it has a lot of it.

Our idea was that I would pose for some photos with outdoor sculpture, but the first one was kind of mortifying: a miniature moose? You'd think these people would study what size a moose actually is. The funny part is, we were originally going to spend this weekend in northern New Hampshire, with full-scale moose. Really!

The next sculpture was three dancing lambs. Much better! If you're not going to be realistic, might as well have some fun with it.

This afternoon Mom, Dad and I took a trail-less walk out from our property to the neighboring property. We would have walked longer, but the sun was going down and the wind was fierce. I couldn't stop running after rabbit and coyote tracks. On the other hand, once I finally got home, I have been spending a lot of time snoozing on the bed and on the couch.

Mountain Climbing

Today was a BEAUTIFUL day to be up in the mountains. We took a long walk up in the Cerillos Hills. Dad and I posed for a wide view out to the west. It was warm, and I was getting a little hot until we hit some snow, which felt really good on my paws when I walked. Then it occurred to me that it might feel even better if I rolled in it.

Then we went into Santa Fe where Mom and Dad had lunch (I wasn't invited), plus we had a nice walk around the plaza and downtown, which was filled to bursting with people enjoying the beautiful day.

Mom and Dad have bought an "El Cheapo" (as they put it) TV set to go with the El Cheapo DVD player they already had, so from now on, in our long winter evenings out here in Madrid, we'll be able to watch DVDs, in addition to reading newspapers and listening to the local mariachi radio stations.

New Mexico??

I thought the plan was for us to spend New Years weekend in frozen Northern New Hampshire.

Next thing I knew, we were up at 3 a.m. and then on a plane to New Mexico.

Don't ask me how this happened. We can thank my crazy Mom.

It was a long flight -- we went to Albuquerque by way of Orlando, Florida. (Don't ask me to make sense out of that, either!)

Anyway, we're here, and my Dad got the solar electricity going, and the well going, and the propane stove and heater going -- and he even got the hot water heater going without too much of a thrash. (He gets anxious about that ...) We're really happy to be in our casita and looking forward tomorrow to a hike and some time in Santa Fe.

Going Home

Well, we have had a wonderful 2 weeks here in hot New Mexico with its overnight thunderstorms, but now it is time to go home. Today we had a great start to the day with one of my favorite hikes, up the Cerillos Hills. Mom and Dad hiked before breakfast, if you can imagine that! (I didn't, of course.) They made up for it with a big blue-corn pinon pancake breakfast at Tecolote. (That's "owl," folks.)

They had to pack suitcases and stuff and clean up and put things away; also Mom did some vacuuming, during which Dad and I escaped the house for a walk down around the land, where I chased a lizard and Dad cleaned up the mystery grave which we have down there. (A pile of stones, a stick, a bean can and a cross.)

Now it's night-night from New Mexico and look forward to barking with you all back in New England.

Love, Sundance

Hiking at 11,000 feet

I never like it when Mom makes me pose for these "hot dog" photos. Personally, I find it insulting. This one is in Old Town Albuquerque. (It would be another story if I ever got to eat one of these "dogs".)

Today we drove up to the top of the Sandia Mountains, 11,000 feet tall, and walked the crest trail through a beautiful forest. There were several squirrels to chase, but Mom kept me on a tight leash.

At the top, we were 6000 feet above downtown Albuquerque. It was quite a view. Not long after we left, a storm swept over the whole mountain, and we would have been quite wet. Instead, we got home dry and tired, and I had a good sleep while Mom and Dad went out to eat at Harry's Road House. (Mom saved me a good bite of Harry's Hamburger, much better than any so-called "dogs".)

On the Road Again!

We have just got back from a very nice two-day road-trip. Friday morning we headed out westward first thing and drove to Gallup, where Mom and Dad bought some jewelry for the shop ... and then southward to Zuni, where they bought some more. Then we headed eastward to El Morro, "Inscription Rock" (which I have blogged about before) and had a nice evening at the beautiful campsite there.

(We had a few nervous moments when a pack of about 12 motorcycles showed up and proceeded to camp across the road ... but they were nice men, my Dad's age, who had just ridden 7 hours and wasted no time getting to 'Lights Out'.)

The next day we had an adventure, riding southward through VERY back roads to Hatch, NM, world capital of chili peppers. The road for 85 miles was all gravel and had features such as the free-range cow pack shown here. My Dad thought about getting out to talk to them, but the big cow on the right didn't encourage that idea, and anyway we found a path through them.

When we got to Hatch it was 100 degrees and we weren't too excited about buying "hot" chilis. Mom and Dad had a quick hot-chili lunch, bought a few chili items and we all piled back into the air conditioned car. Back home, Mom made peach pie and ice cream for their dinner ... and we are all now all settled in for a well-earned snooze.