We decided to turn supper into a picnic today, so we headed up into the mountains.
It was 93 degrees on the main drag in town shortly before. Back at the house in Llano, it was only 82 outside. By the time we got up to 9,000 feet it was around 70, and we found an empty paradise of a picnic area just a little ways south on Rt. 518. The reason it was empty, though, had to do with the hordes of carnivorous flies! After eating half our sandwiches, we packed up to try our luck a little farther down the road.
The scenery was gorgeous, and of course it started to rain. By the time we got to our other favorite picnic area by the Rio Pueblo, it was pouring down, so we sat in the car and finished our supper. It was all very pleasant, actually, and then it started to hail… By the time everything calmed down, the temperature had dropped to 55 degrees (!), and mist was hanging in the air. With the rain stopped, I took advantage of the fact that I was wearing my Crocs to go wading in the river and shoot some video. Miraculously, I entered the water three times and never once fell down. The rocks were slippery, too! I’m such a fool, dancing around in a rocky riverbed with plastic shoes and a video camera in my hand. But I survived.
How about that clear water, too?
Shortly after we got home, by the way, a sudden dust devil came up like a five-second tornado and blew all the lawn furniture into the sagebrush! New Mexico rarely disappoints for drama…
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Oh yes…Enough drama to last a lifetime.
Hey, Mike!
Thanks for stopping by. Speaking of drama, this weekend is a motorcycle rally/music festival AND the pow wow. You’d need a helicopter to get into town tomorrow…
Hi John,
Going to any lengths to have a picnic with your sweetie is pretty neat and for dessert that clean and serene gurgling stream. Thank you.