Tag Archives: New Mexico

Burnin’ Rubber

13 Apr

This weekend I took Wally (that’s my Airstream’s name) out and about for some New Mexican adventures. I got her a new trailer adapter for this trip, to convert the 7 pin system to 6 flat, so that the tail lights and blinkers would work with my truck and I wouldn’t have panic attacks about changing lanes on the highway.

As it turns out, when the adapter is plugged in, my right side trailer brake randomly engages and won’t let up. I found this out when the trailer jolted me to a stop and smoke came up from my tire. Absolutely terrifying. The only solution I could come up with on the road was to leave the adapter unplugged (meaning no turn signals and tail lights).

So that’s an electrical issue, the first of probably many issues to come. Life is largely just maintenance anyhow, so that’s ok.

Fishing was awesome except I met my white whale, a monster channel cat, that literally swam just at the surface in front of me for about half an hour, looking me in the eye and snubbing my bait. No doubt he was laughing at me and calling me names. I must catch that fish. So I was so focused on him I completely ignored the trout and wound up not catching anything at all. No worries. It was still a good day with Frank.

The water valve on Wally has been shut for so long that I needed a wrench to unscrew it, and of course I didn’t have one. So we drank bottled water and showered at the campground. Add bring a wrench and WD-40 to the list. Also add ‘figure out the toilet and blackwater tank’ to that list, because the year long rule of don’t poop in the trailer still stands, and can add a splash of excitement when you leave in a hurry in search off a campground toilet and forget your headlamp.

Overall the trip was great, even though the brake issue is terrifying. Frank and I had fun and that’s what matters. I got to drive my rolling toaster around and that is a great feeling.

Hopefully my restoration project won’t take my entire income this summer.

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Total Eclipse and Some Art

28 Sep

This weekend was a good one. I saw some cool local art at the Grower’s Market on Saturday and on Sunday a friend and I drove up north to Ojo Caliente for some much needed rest and relaxation in the hot springs and mud baths. The drive is a bit from Albuquerque  (maybe 2 hours on interstates and highways… bleck) but is totally worth it. Ojo Caliente is one of those magical places that feels almost other – worldly in its simplicity and fabulousness. We soaked, sat in hammocks, basked in the sunshine, and then watched a gorgeous lunar eclipse of a super blood moon from the warmth of a hot spring amidst a subtly lit canyon setting. A perfect end to the week.
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Zia

25 Jun

My best friend and I are moving apart. Me to Austin, Texas; she to Binghamton, New York. So on my last night in town we are getting matching New Mexico Zia tattoos.

Impulsive?

Yes we are. 🙂

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You’re Doing It Wrong

18 Nov

Sometimes we just don’t catch a break.

I was looking forward to this Sunday, a day I actually have a break from almost everything. A slow morning recovery, returning to find everything is still in order and nothing was lost in the night, a little gym time, a trip to the comic book store, and eventually a movie. Some junk food? Hell, why not? Skype with old friends? Sure, I’ve got time.

And then this happened.

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New plan:

scream so loud the neighbors come to check on me, cry with an anguish and woe so real it’s primal, take all the Ibuprophen in the world, ice toe with New Mexico’s heaviest ice pack.

Return to bed- beaten, defeated, broken and small.

Sometimes we just don’t catch a break.

The Iron Cowboy

14 Oct

The old man tells me he’s as old as the hills. Tells me he remembers when Christ was a pup.

Bright Eyes plays on the radio. The old man sings along as he feeds the baby her medicine.

The Conservationist

11 Oct

After years of chasing a spotlight, my tail, and fireflies, I finally returned to my true vocation- archaeology. Except, the project I am hired on currently isn’t so much considered archaeological as it is graffiti mitigation- conservation.

El Morro National Monument is managed by the National Park Service, who after a recent incident of vandalism, contracted out to Archaeology SouthwestConservation Associates, and the University of New Mexico (that’s me!) for damage assessment, graffiti mitigation and conservation analysis.

Yesterday, after my arrival to the park and introduction to everyone, I got to see the site and get started with the crew. Preservation efforts are really a wonder to behold. What was the the most striking for me, I think, was that I was continually introduced to my new co-workers as ‘the conservationist from UNM.’

A title that I just might be able to get used to. 🙂

Just Like Riding a Bike

30 Aug

So since the move, I’m now like…. I’m going to say approximately four hundred miles from where I need to be on any given day. I’m a horrible driver and I can’t see at night and the scooter is on its last leg of life.

So today I tried to ride a bike.

I also skinned my knee.

I know what you’re thinking, and yes those two facts are directly related. Apparently the phrase ‘it’s like riding a bike’ isn’t a phrase in reference to muscle memory at all. At least, not my muscle memory.

Probably didn’t help that I went back to the gym today after a very long hiatus and everything now hurts beyond reason. Peddling around my weight on an old heavy Schwinn apparently made of WHATEVER THE HEAVIEST METAL IS (osmium, tungsten, iridium, plutonium- I have no clue) sounds like a severe way to whoop my butt back into shape, but I guess I don’t have much choice. Must get around. Mustn’t pay for parking. Mustn’t get fat.

Sigh.

I wish I had a jet pack.

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