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Boulder to Santa Fe

Sunday, October 28th, 2012 in Colorado
Boulder to Santa Fe

I’m not quite sure where to start with all this, but I guess Boulder is as good a place as any. Or maybe it would be better for me to summarize how we got to Boulder. You see, two days ago, after making some last minute hotel reservations and throwing a bunch of miscellaneous crap in the car, we set off on I-80 towards Omaha. We stayed there for the night and then yesterday drove from Omaha to Boulder.

And so here we are, today, driving from Boulder to Santa Fe. We plan to stay a couple nights in Santa Fe before heading on to various remote corners of northern Arizona and southwestern Utah. When we run out of either laundry detergent or pistachios, we’ll head home again. That’s the plan.

Somewhere in northern New Mexico along Interstate 25.

This whole crazy endeavour sprouted from the fact that several weeks ago I had surgery and am now resting and recovering before going back to work later next month. I’m well enough to do many things but I’m not well enough to work. On top of that, it’s been nearly two years since we’ve had a real vacation and the only way I was able to get this time off was to do so in collusion with ambulatory surgery at Evanston Hospital. Given this hard-won freedom, I’m not going to waste it at home counting the hours and the days as they go by.

I’m burnt-out after many months of overtime, sore after several hours of surgery and a little manic following three weeks of ingesting opioid agonists. I’m also determined to remain west of the Mississippi for longer than a fortnight.

Moon over northern New Mexico.
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Classic Images
Classic Images
Planning has its time and its place, but sometimes it’s all about serendipity. Today I spent my lunch break at Lakewood Forest Preserve where I enjoyed a short hike along the shoreline of Taylor Lake.
Geevor Tin Mine
Geevor Tin Mine
At one point the trail disappears onto an exposed stretch of granite. I continue to walk for few minutes across the rock and come to the other side. The giant slab ends at a steep drop-off. The slope below is thick with trees.
Swim Swam Swum
Swim Swam Swum
My hairstylist swam the English Channel today. I’m tremendously impressed. She took up swimming just a couple of years ago and now she’s bagged a world-class marathon swim with efficiency and finesse.