Whenever I visit Albuquerque, I always drag my 16 year old cousin out onto the trails with me. Her old cross country team used to frequent these trails along the foothills at around 6,600 feet above sea level. Elite runners are also sometimes spotted on these trails. On that Sunday, however, we were the only ones out there if you don’t want to count the prairie dogs, rabbits, and sleeping rattlesnakes.
The dry air had a comfortable chill in it that numbed the skin but wasn’t cold enough to give you goose bumps as you were running.
It was quiet. Cars didn’t exist. It was just us, our breath, and our footsteps. Well, and good conversation when we weren’t trying desperately to catch our breath.
The trails were wide enough so you could avoid being pricked by an evil cholla cactus. If you have never been pricked by one of those things, consider yourself very lucky!! If you have, I feel your pain.
Sigh. You can take the girl out of the desert, but you can’t take the desert out of the girl. Beautiful!
Of course after I got done with my desert trail run, I had to get New Mexican huevos rancheros with friends at El Pinto. This was mandatory.
Finally, it was nap time! At least for my husband and nephew. I couldn’t resist.