Driving the Santa Fe Trail -- Sort Of
It was an overcast day, and the house was fairly clean, so we decided to explore the New Mexico portion of the Santa Fe Trail. Easier said than done – but we’ll get to that in a minute.
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On Tuesday, October 21st, we were up and getting ready to start the day. Suddenly, Bambi, our thirteen-year-old Chihuahua mix fell over, shaking. We bundled her up and rushed her to the vet. They referred us to a neurologist forty-five minutes away. Luckily, the neurologist had an appointment available that day.
Tiny Abiquiú, with a population of just over two hundred people, lies 53 miles north of Santa Fe. It was once the third largest settlement in New Mexico, when the land was still a province of Mexico. Abiquiú is also known for being the place that legendary artist, Georgia O’Keeffe, called home (Ghost Ranch). Her paintings capture the area beautifully.
As I approached the large dark green barn-like structure, I remembered the Christmases of my childhood. My older brother always wanted something for his train set. Always. He delighted in ripping open the wrapping paper and finding a shiny red train engine. The other toys would be left and he would be off to the basement to add to his layout.
To our straight allies, and those brave GLBT family who marched before us, thank you.
We didn’t know how we would feel being legally married. After all, we’ve been together seven years, living together most of those and we had a commitment ceremony five years ago. But, now we’re really, truly married.