Abiquiu

We headed up to Abiquiu with some friends for a long weekend. Between Althea being on bedrest during heartworm treatment, Perry being old, and the baby having a short window in which he’s not hungry/tired/cold, the hikes were kept short and easy, but man, is that some beautiful country!

Looking over Ghost Ranch on the Chimney Rock trail

We headed to Ghost Ranch, famously where Georgia O’Keefe lived and painted in the latter part of her life. Lots more to explore there, but we did the Chimney Rock trail.

Chimney Rock at Ghost Ranch, views approaching as well as from behind it at the end of the trail

I was concerned at first that the cloud coverage would make for a dull photography session, but in the end, the sun played peak-a-boo all day. With a little assistance from my hiking friends pointing out every single time the sun made an appearance (thanks guys, that was tremendously helpful), and lots of repetition, I managed to down-select a few choice ones. Far from dull, the shy sun and snowy clouds in the end made for some striking photos.

Cerro Pedernal and Abiquiu reservoir, as seen on the Chimney Rock trail

Althea enjoyed the hike as well, especially the snow, of which the best bites—she assured us—were on the steepest slopes, practically cliff faces shearing off the edge of the trail. That’s what she said. Perry, on the other hand—well, have you ever wondered where the expression “hang dog” comes from? It can be hard being 107 years old.

Althea on the Chimney Rock trail and Perry on FR 151

The next day, we headed down FR 151 with the goal of visiting the Monastery of Christ in the Desert at the end of the road.

Turns out the Monastery was undergoing renovations and was closed, but I do not regret the 2-hour drive. What an amazingly beautiful valley! There were several dispersed camping areas along the Chama River as well that we will have to explore more this summer. (Though, there was one dingbat tent-camping in January.)

Althea and Perry enjoyed stopping while I took pictures, too. It was pretty breezey—look at Perceval’s ears blowing in the wind, and his squinty eyes!

The dramatic scenery, penetrating yet rejuvenating wind, and caressing sunshine comprised about 90% of the trip’s joy. But, I have to tribute the human company for at least 10% of the contentment.