A horse, a petroglyph and a road runner
Travel BlogOctober 31st, 2007
When I last wrote, it was a joyous occasion: Turning off the computer and phone, allowing myself some time to really absorb the peace and beauty that is the Santa Ana Pueblo.
First things first: A nap. It had been a long day by 3 pm Memphis time; a 6 am flight, changeover in Houston, and then arrival at the Hyatt Regency Tamaya Resort just outside Albuquerque -- with a bit of work thrown in. Hard to call it work when the view from the desk is that of the Sandia range, and a road runner scampers to and fro on the grounds directkly ahead.
The bed was calling my name, and I decided a nap was a good idea, especially as I had an appointment with a quarter horse later in the afternoon.
The resort sits on about 500 acres of the huge pueblo; the elders allow use of some of the lands for the resort's recreational activities, but the majority is reserved strictly for the pueblo's residents.
The trail ride, led by a darling wrangler named Christine, took us through a beautiful grove of cottonwood trees which were such a pretty color of yellow as to almost defy description.
In true John Wayne fashion, we rode into the Rio Grande, which runs through the pueblo -- and for the first time I felt like a true cow girl. It was an awesome experience.
Christine took us by one of the many petroglyphs on the pueblo, most of which are not open to the public. It was a small cross with what looked almost like two smiley faces; it was amazing, even at a distance, to see such a simple yet stunning piece of history.
After the ride, a glass of wine was in order. I sat on the wide stone patio of the hotel bar, watching as the sun's rays moved along the Sandia Peak, and was almost disappointed when the show was over.
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