I arrived at my new home in Abiquiu 9 days ago. It already feels like it has been a month; in a good way. I have met many of the neighbors, and local business people, local being within 20 miles or so. I could not ask for a better neighbors than Pat and Steve. Pat has taken me all over and has made my transition here, no matter how short it is might be, very smooth.
On Wednesday I replaced a window in the house and began weeding the stone levels. I am not sure what to call them, but imagine 4 stone steps, 30+ feet long and 4 feet deep with dirt on top. I pulled the weeds from the top one and planted a few seeds, who knows if they will grow the soil is all sand and very very dry. But weeding must be done early in the morning because the sun gets so hot I just bake. And baking I am, my skin is turning a wonderful shade of deep brown.
Yesterday Eileen came up from Santa Fe to stay the night. We have known each other for about five years. We met her friends at the Abiquiu Lake and spend 5 hours swimming, sun bathing, and splashing around with their dogs. I just kept thinking about how it would be the perfect Ironman training ground, 5,000 acre lake and endless trails and roads.
Each day I have met at least one person who is riding the Continental Divide Trail on their mountain bike. It turns out you can ride the entire distance and only 10% of it is roads, the other 90% is off road including old logging roads.
I just wish I could run. This would be the ideal place. My hip feels good and I decided to postpone or cancel my repair of my labrum. The bone is still healing but it feels like the hot sun and relaxation I get down here is speeding it up. My hours of naked sunbathing I am sure helps. I get sun directly on my hip. The great thing about where the house is and even where we went swimming is that you do not seen another person. The privacy is like none other I have experienced.
About two miles from my house is Poshuouinge, the site of Indian Ruins from the 1500’s. It is pretty amazing as you can see the stone footprint of the village and there are a huge amount of artifacts still scattered along the ground. Below are a couple photographs of broken pots.
I do not have a phone or internet yet. I am writing this from the El Rito library, 12 miles from home. It is funny 12 miles does not seem like much. And lastly my modeling of the latest in Southwestern headwear, the tumbleweed tiera. And of course this is the front door of my stone house.
Hilary, this is a dream come true for you, I am so happy for you. It looks like an incredible, spritual place. I can relate to what you say in wanting to be in wide open spaces. There is so much beauty in the world and so many trails to run. Glad your hip is feeling better, I hope it continues to progess, quicker and quicker. Love, Melissa
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