On Saturday we left early and drove almost without stopping all the way to New Mexico. We made such great time that we arrived at the Ghost Ranch (one of Georgia O’Keefe’s homes) around 5pm and then went on a hike to see the scenery that inspired her. Unfortunately, our first experience with the healing, spiritual vortex of Santa Fe’s landscape left some of us pretty traumatized.
First we turned onto a path that said “restricted to painters” and that had Lydia freaked out. She kept asking if we were sure it was okay to walk, and then stumbled into some thorns. After that she screamed the rest of the hike thinking that she was stumbling into more. So I held her hand for a lot of the hike and tried to reassure her, and that ended up being a bonding experience.
Near the end of the hike Ammon was skipping down the trail and fell onto the clay at an angle, so half of his face scraped off. Well, not half but a huge strip from his eyebrow to his lip. And then I was carrying him but he wanted to keep walking, at which point he walked into thorns himself. And at the beginning of the hike he fell and scraped his knee, so by the time we reached the car he was sobbing and saying, “That was an ow-y hike.” Welcome to New Mexico!
But our airbnb was so cute and welcoming, and we didn’t get in at midnight, so that was great.
