Archive | July, 2005

Scenic Flight Over Lake Tahoe

29 Jul

Today was an amazing day. A friend and I were treated to a scenic flight with Advantage Flight Solutions in a Cessna Turbo 206 plane over Reno and Lake Tahoe. Our pilot was Jon McNamara, who not only was an excellent pilot from my judgement (flight was smoother than most commercial airlines!), but he was very knowledgable on the area geography and sites.

We took off heading South from the Reno-Tahoe International Airport, and we then headed towards Mt. Rose, where we could clearly see the ski runs, including my favorite — the Chutes! We then popped over the rim into the Lake Tahoe basin, where we flew South via the East Shore, curved around over South Shore, and then headed back via the West Shore, then north of Lake Tahoe into the mountains and over the Truckee River, and back into Reno.

The views were so incredible… It’s really hard to put it into words. Let me tell you, if you want to see some of the most beautiful geography in the world, you really need to take this tour! I was amazed at how much more you could see in a small aircraft versus a commercial plane. You can get so much closer to the mountains and the lake that you can really make out the details of what you’re looking at.

I just can’t say enough positive things about this experience. Hence, if a picture says 1000 words, view this slide show for an entire novel’s worth of descriptions of how beautiful Reno-Tahoe is!


If you don’t want to view the entire show, here are a couple of pics:



You Know You Live In Nevada When…

28 Jul

You know you live in Nevada when you hear rain on the roof of your office, and everyone bounds out of their chairs to go to the window and look at the rain. We recently had a cloudburst — the first rain we’ve had since probably May — and there were about 15 people crowded around the closest window to look at the rain.

While we were all looking at the rain, a man who isn’t from around here asked how long the rain would last, because he didn’t want to run out into the downpour to get to his car. We laughed, saying it would only last a few minutes, but that it was a truly exciting event for us.

It gave a welcome break to our heat wave!

You’ve Got Mail!

28 Jul

All morning, my Google alert at the bottom of my monitor has proudly been proclaiming each time I receive new messages. Right now, there are ten unread messages in my gmail account. However, gmail has been down all day, so I know I have new messages, but cannot access them. I’m finding this extremely irritaing! Don’t taunt me if I can’t read them!!!

Baring It All

27 Jul

On Sunday, JB and I decided that we wanted to hike to a lake. In the Sierras, the only problem with that plan is choosing what hiking trail and which lake you want to go to.

We settled on a hike to Marlette Lake, the second largest alpine lake in the Sierras. (Side note: during a complete brain lapse, the hubby asked, “what is the largest alpine lake in the Sierras?” Well, duh, that would be LAKE TAHOE!)

Anyway, we packed up the Black Dog Club and drove to the trail head at Spooner Lake off of Highway 50. We parked at Spooner, and then began the 5 mile hike to Marlette Lake.

The trail was really wide and sandy, making for a nice hiking surface. It was easy rolling hills for about 4 miles, but let me tell you, that fifth mile was a pretty challenging hill! By the time we made it to the lake, it was around 5:00 pm, and I was hot and ready for a dip in Marlette Lake.

I hadn’t seen anyone on the trail for quite a while, and since the only way to reach Marlette Lake is via hiking or mountain biking, there was no one there.

Or so I thought.

I had brought my swim suit, but in a truly Adventurous moment, I decided that I was going to be one with nature and go au natural.

As I was standing on the shore of the lake, baring my lily white body to the wilderness, JB asks, “What are you doing?!”

“I’m skinny dipping!” I proudly proclaimed.

“Didn’t you see those people over there?” he asked. He has a history of yanking my leg, so I didn’t believe him until I looked over my shoulder and saw a man and his son rounding the corner.

Let me tell you, I have NEVER gotten in a lake as fast as I did that day, since the water was the quickest way for me to regain my modesty.

We swam around for a while with our labs, and luckily, there were no other people around when it was time for me to get out and change back into my hiking apparal.

It was a ten mile hike round trip, and the entire outing took about four hours. We started hiking back around 6:30pm, and unfortunately, that was when the mosquitos decided to come out for prey. We hadn’t even thought of bringing bug spray, so there we were, five miles away from the truck and getting swarmed!

So, what else do you do in that situation? Run! JB ran a lot more than me, because I was pretty worn out already from the hike up and the swim. I ran about 1-2 miles and power walked the rest of the way. I was truly exhausted when we got back to the truck, and I have a good 10 mosquito bites from the incident. At least we learned our lesson, though!

I highly recommend the hike to Marlette Lake. Just take it from me –skinny dipping is not advised!

Pictures from our outing (and no, there aren’t any of me skinny dipping!) in the extended entry.
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Life’s A Beach

27 Jul

This past Saturday, JB and I packed a picnic lunch and headed to Nevada Beach for a bit of R&R. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and we lazed away about 6 hours swimming, napping on the beach, and enjoying the atmosphere of Lake Tahoe.

At around 7:00, we decided that it was time for dinner. After a quick outfit change in the truck, we were off to Cabo Wabo in Harvey’s Lake Tahoe. Cabo Wabo’s is Sammy Hagar’s bar, and it has a really fun and lively atmosphere. After dinner, we then headed to the Hard Rock Cafe, also in Harvey’s, and danced to the tunes of the house band, Cool Black Kettle. We then headed back to Cabo Wabos for a bit more dancing before we finally declared the night over.

Read the extended entry for pictures of our Lake Tahoe outing.
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Another Day At The Office

25 Jul

I took this photo while I was at work today. It is at Genoa Lakes golf course in Jack’s Valley, which is South of Carson City.


Got Milk?

23 Jul


Last night on our dog walk, Shadow found a milk carton, with spoiled milk in it, and he carried that milk carton for our entire 45 minute walk. I thought that warranted a picture when we got home!

The New Chinese Water Torture

22 Jul

Our department finally got its very own copy machine. We were all so excited about it, becuase we always had to go into another department to make copies before.

The problem is that the brand new copier was placed directly outside my office door, and it is CONTSTANTLY in use. Now, the quiet peace that I used to know during the day has been replaced by copier noise. Constant copier noise. It is driving me nutso. All I hear is copy, copy, copy, staple, staple, sort, copy, copy (repeat for 9 hours).

This is just lovely. Absolutely lovely.

The Good Wife

22 Jul

I just finished reading The Good Wife by Stewart O’Nan. It was a pretty good book. Basically, it’s about a woman who is pregnant when her husband murders an old lady during a burglury attempt, and is convicted to 20 years to life for the crime.

The faithfulness of the main character, the Good Wife, is astounding. She scrapes by on welfare and menial jobs as a single mother, meanwhile driving hours on the weekend to go visit with her husband. She lives anticipating conjugal visits, and stays faithful, never once cheating on her husband, until he is released 25 years later. The story has a happy ending, but I shut the book and wondered what I would have done in her shoes.

The marriage vows are ‘for better and for worse’, but I’m not sure if I would stay with a husband that did something so horrible — something that effected me in such a drastic way for most of my adult life. I guess it’s easy for me to sit here and judge her, because not in my wildest imagination could I imagine my own husband doing anything to land himself in prison for that long, or for any period of time.

Throughout the book, her husband kept encouraging her to divorce him and move on with her life, but she refused. And in the end, the reader is led to believe that it was worth the wait for her.

I guess it was a bit troubling for me, but it did provide for an interesting read. The author did a lot of research on what it is like for families of prisoners in maximum security prisons, as well as the trial and appeal process.

So, overall, I guess I’d give this book two and a half out of four stars. It definitely didn’t wow me, but it did grab me enough to finish it in a relatively short period of time.

Last night, I got two pages into my new Harry Potter book. I’m going to have to really pick up the pace if I intend to finish it this year!

The Days of Our Lives

22 Jul

I just heard Days Of Our Lives by James Otto. The lyrics really spoke to me, and you know that when that happens, I always feel compelled to share the lyrics with all of you. So, read these lyrics, and be sure to tell the people you love how you feel about them.

Days of Our Lives
by James Otto

Well, I left for work in a hurry.
I rushed out the door without sayin’ goodbye.
I didn’t tell her I loved her this mornin’,
But I’ll tell her tonight, I thought to myself.

An’ as I hurried off towards the highway,
This truck, out of nowhere, caught me by surprise.
He missed me by inches, and my life passed in front of my eyes.
I guess that’s the reason that they say:

Dance every dance and live each day,
As though it’s your last,
And tell those that you love how you feel,
Before it’s too late.
Life is right here and now,
We only go around just one time.
So embrace ’em, don’t waste ’em,
For these are the days of our lives.

Well as soon as my legs stopped a-shakin’,
Took a deep breathe and turned my car around.
Oh, I’m gonna take that vacation,
That we talked about, startin’ right now.

Although I know tomorrow will be here,
Tomorrow may not always be here for me.
‘Cause nothin’ in life is for certain but death’s guaranteed.
And that’s the reason that I say:

Dance every dance and live each day,
As though it’s your last,
And tell those that you love how you feel,
Before it’s too late.
Life is right here and now,
We only go around just one time.
So embrace ’em, don’t waste ’em,
For these are the days of our lives.

Open Water Swimming in a Lap Pool

21 Jul

Yesterday after work, I headed to my gym for a dip in the outdoor pool. It is a small, 4 lane pool, and two lanes were marked off for lap swimming. The other two lanes were for a water aerobics class.

You would not believe the waves I was swimming through when over 30 women all start jumping up and down at the same time. I swear it was like swimming in Lake Tahoe (except the water was warmer)! Good thing, too, because I’m competing in an open water swim in a few weeks.

Talking in My Sleep

20 Jul

I have a habit of talking in my sleep. Well, kind of. Usually, I wake up in the middle of the sentence.

Last night, I woke up saying, “So you couldn’t find the moonshine?”

Lord only knows what part of my brain that came from!

Murder Suicide in Little Carson City

20 Jul

This morning, I heard that there was a police stand-off in our neighborhood, and that homes in our area were being evacuated. Luckily, JB and I were safely at work by that time.

The story says that shots were heard at 7:15 am, which is about the time all three of our dogs started barking like crazy in the garage. You have to wonder if they were hearing things we couldn’t!

Deputies say a domestic situation that forced the evacuation of area homes resulted in the deaths of a Carson City couple.

Police responded around 7:15 AM on reports of shots fired.

Multiple law enforcement agencies responded to the scene and cordoned off the area around the home on Hawaii Circle.

Police were unsuccessful in contacting anyone inside the home and stormed the home around 10:30 AM. Sheriff Ken Furlong says when they entered they found the bodies of a male and female in the home.

Deputies told News 4 the man was former corrections officer and the woman was employed by the Department of Corrections. They say the couple has a history of domestic violence and that the man had a restraining order against him.

The Director of the Nevada Department of Corrections, Jackie Crawford, identified the woman as Shelly Hachenberger.

Crawford expressed her condolences to Hachenberger’s family and said Hachenberger was one of the department’s finest staff members, a hard worker and a devoted team member.

The area has been reopened to traffic and residents have been allowed to return to their homes.

Song Dedication for my Grandmother

20 Jul

The newest George Strait song really hits home right now, considering the recent death of my Grandmother. This is a song dedication to her.

You’ll Be There
by George Strait

Hope is an anchor, and love is a ship
Time is the ocean and life is a trip
You don’t know where you’re going
Til you know where you’re at
And if you can’t read the stars
Well you better have a map
A compass and a conscience
so you don’t get lost at sea
Around some lonely island, no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation, I think our maker had plan
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide to the waves and the wind
To the beaches and a world where have never been
And we’ll climb upon a mountain, y’all we’ll let our voices ring
Those who’ve never tried they’ll be the first to sing

I’ll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I’m gonna take it
Sometimes it seems I don’t have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
Cause you’ll be there

You don’t bring nothing with you here
And you can’t take nothing back
I ain’t never seen a hearse with a luggage rack
So I’ve torn my knees from praying
Scarred my back from falling down
Spent so much time flying high, til I’m face first in the ground
So if you’re up there watching me, can you talk to God and say,
Tell him I might need a hand to see a boat someday

I’ll see you on the other side
If I make it
And it might be a long hard ride
But I’m gonna take it
Sometimes it seems I don’t have a prayer
Let the weather take me anywhere
But I know I wanna go
Where the streets are gold
Cause you’ll be there

A letter to ‘W’

20 Jul

Dear George,

I am so disappointed in you. Was it too much to ask to for you to replace one of only two women Supreme Court Justices with another woman? Or was the Good Old Boy Club just too much to resist? Now there is only one woman on the Supreme Court. One! In a country as large as ours with so many well educated women, you just couldn’t find a single woman that was fit for the job, could you?

And, as another slap in the face to all of women-kind, you chose a man that will not fight for women’s rights. Instead, he is likely to fight to overturn Roe vs. Wade, which would give the government control over personal decisions that women make regarding their own bodies.

Shame, shame on you, George. How do you face your wife and daughters after making such a poor decision?


One Angry US Woman

Burnin’ Up

19 Jul

It’s hot here.

No, seriously. Reno is expected today to break the record for consecutive days of temperatures of 100 degrees or higher. Yesterday was the seventh straight day with temperatures over 100 degrees.

Really, the only outdoor activity that is enjoyable right now is swimming. Good thing that is one of my favorite activities!

This is my fourth summer here in Reno, and it has never been this hot for this long. I was sad to see the weather forecast last night, in which they don’t see a break to this heat.


Recent Readings

18 Jul

I have finished a few books lately (thanks to some recent travels), and thought I’d give you the down low on them.

The Virgin Blue by Tracy Chevalier:

I really enjoyed this book, which chronicles the life of two women, living centuries apart in France. I’m a sucker for books that use French, as it gives me a chance to brush up on my ailing French skills. The story line, although a bit complex, was very interesting, and offered a bit of historical fiction. I definitely recommend this book. My rating: **** four stars out of five

We Are All Fine Here by Mary Guterson:

This book was about a woman that had been married for 15 years, and then has a one night fling with her ex-boyfriend and winds up pregnant. Problem is that she isn’t sure if her husband or her ex-boyfriend is the father. It makes for an entertaining read that made me feel remarkably sane. My rating: *** three stars out of five

I am currently reading The Good Wife by Stewart O’Nan. It is about a young woman who is pregnant when her husband commits murder and burglary and is convicted for 25 years to life. I have been amazed at the loyalty this woman has shown to her husband, who managed to screw up their entire lives in one drunken escapade. So far, it’s a really good read. I’ll let you know when I’m done!

Up next: What else? Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince! I purchased my copy this weekend, and it is waiting for me on my bed stand.

A Nearly Smashing Time in Missouri

18 Jul

Well, I’m back. Did you miss me? I spent Wednesday through Thursday of last week traveling to/from Boonville, Missouri for my grandmother’s funeral. The entire Cook side of the family gathered for the funeral, so it was great to see everyone, and we know that my grandmother would have been extremely pleased with the turn out.

Traveling to Boonville, Missouri from Reno is an all day endeavor. We left our house at 6:00 am on Wednesday morning, caught a flight from Reno to Vegas, and then had a lay over in Vegas. Then, our flight got delayed by about an hour. Why, you ask? Well, because the plane flying from San Diego to Vegas HIT A BIRD, which put a huge HOLE IN THE WING, and hence, they had to arrange for a new plane for our Las Vegas to Kansas City flight.

But really, I’m OK with that, because who wants to fly on a plane with a huge hole in the wing?! Not I!!!

JB and I traveled with my brother, Chuck, sister-in-law, Audra, and niece, Kacey. Kacey is now 9 months old, and this was her first plane ride. She did amazingly well.

Anyway, we finally arrive in Kansas City, Missouri, and rent a minivan (much to Chuck’s chagrin), and started the two hour drive East to Boonville.

“Wow, there isn’t much traffic here for rush hour on a Wednesday,” we were commenting, just as the traffic came to a screaching halt on I70.

Then, people started getting out of there cars. You know you’re going to be stuck for a while when people are milling about on the highway.

Luckily, we noticed we were right next to an on-ramp, and many of the locals were going up the on-ramp to get onto the business access road. We followed suit, and saw that a mile ahead of us, there was a huge wreck.

We later found out it was Eminem and 50 Cent’s tour bus, which had been traveling West, and veered onto the median and up onto the East bound lanes of I-70. Literally, we came within minutes of colliding with them! Here is the article to prove it!

Because of our delays, we were over an hour and a half late (we arrived at 4:30 PST, so that was about 10 hours of travel to get there) for my grandmother’s wake, but managed to say hello to everyone. It was a remarkably upbeat gathering, despite the open casket of my grandmother in the back of the room.

I don’t do well looking at dead bodies. It really creeps me out. Regardless, I went up with JB to look at her, and was instantly consumed by tears. I should have known better.

The funeral was Thurdsay, and although it was a beautiful celebration of her life, I couldn’t stop myself from crying, even when I had to get up and speak. I think I actually made a bunch of other people cry when I started crying into the microphone. It wasn’t pretty. I’m glad it’s over.

I’m also so glad that JB was able to make the trip, because I think I would have completely fallen apart without his hand to clutch to.

Thursday afternoon, our family gathered at my grandparents’ house one last time, as it is about to be put up on the market for sale. Some neighbors brought over a quad, so all of the kids and some of the adults, including JB and I, all took turns riding the quad around the property and around the pond.

After dinner, JB and I went walking on a dirt road through my grandparents’ property, which is about 12 acres right now. We were told there were ticks around, but I didn’t remember any from my childhood. Besudes, we figured we’d be safe staying on the dirt road.

First, I must tell you that my husband is deathly afraid of ticks. (Read this for his last tick encounter.) He kept thinking that things were crawling on him, and he kept sweeping off his legs. I thought the man was being paranoid.

That is, until we got back to my grandparents’ house, and I found a tick crawling up my leg. And then another on my shoe. And then JB started finding ticks in his shoes, and let me tell you, there were ticks and ticks and ticks. Luckily, none managed to dig into either of us, but it was at that point, I knew it was time to remove ourselves from the premisis before my poor hubby had a panic attack.

We returned to the hotel, stripped down, searched each other for ticks, and then jumped in the hotel swimming pool.

JB now referrs to Boonville as Tickville.

So anyhow, those are the highlights from our trip. We returned on Friday, and then had a weekend at home to catch up on laundry and house work.

Grandma, may you rest in peace.

No More Lava

12 Jul

Last night, we rented a storage unit and dumped some of our extra furniture in it. The goal was to make our house look more attractive to potential buyers.

During this process, JB decided that my lava lamp had to go. At first he wanted to send it to storage, sans box or any protection.

“No!” I exclaimed. “That’s my lava lamp!” The lamp had been given to me as my going away present from my manager at GM almost four years ago. When I worked at GM, I headed a group that was supposed to infuse “e-culture” into my department at GM, which was then known as e-GM, because we dealt with e-Commerce. The lamp was symbolic of that work, which wasn’t easy in old, stodgy GM. It made me smile every time I looked at it.

In an effort to compromise with my husband, I offered to take the lava lamp to my work. As I was getting out of the car this morning, it slipped from my hands and shattered all over the parking lot.

That was not a good way to start my day. I miss my lava lamp already.

My First Solar Cookoff

11 Jul

JB had been scheduled to play with his band at the Solor Cookoff this last weekend. I decided to join him, as originally planned, in hopes that it would help take my mind off things (see previous entry).

And it did. It was an enjoyable, yet very interesting, weekend. The Solar Cookoff is basically a gathering of modern-day hippie types that are really into solar ovens. Somehow, although I’m not sure of the connection, they arrange for bands in the Reno Blues Society to play during the day on Saturday. That is how JB’s band got involved.

The cookoff was in Taylorsville, CA, which is this tiny town situated in a valley that is surrouded by beautiful Sierra mountain ranges. It was perfect weather, and truly beautiful surroundings.

We showed up Saturday afternoon, and I couldn’t believe how many people were crammed into the campground. There were at least four tents or campers on what would normally be a spot for one. We pitched our tent in an ‘open’ space, which put us about five feet on all sides from other campers. I was really thinking it would be a miserable time sleeping, but thanks to JB bringing earplugs, I slept just fine.

JB’s band did a great job, and people danced for their entire set. They even threw in a version of Sublime’s Santaria, which went over really well.

After they played, there was a pot luck. Basically, all of these people had put dishes for dinner in their solar ovens earlier in the day, and it was a display of what you could cook with a solar oven. The spread was great — casseroles, meat, pasta, etc. Someone even had what was left over of their wedding cake, which made for a great, sugary dessert.

That night, there was a concert/dance in the main building (called the Grange) in Taylorsville. The building had spring loaded floors. I didn’t think much of that until the music started. Picture this: JB had a full beer. The music starts, and everyone starts jumping up and down. I’m talking a few hundred people. It was like an earthquake, and JB’s beer started going everywhere, including down my chest. I started yelling, “chug!”, which was funny to watch him chugging in circumstances that felt a lot like an earthquake.

Anyway, we danced the night away, and the next day, after packing up camp we went to a swim hole called Indian Falls. Basically, there is a beautiful waterfall that flows into a nice swimming hole, made up from Indian Creek. There were people jumping off rocks, standing under the waterfall, and all in all having a great time. It was so beautiful in there. I’d show you pictures if I hadn’t forgotten my camera…

The people at the solar cookoff were a tad strange, but unbelievably friendly. For example, as we were setting up camp, a complete stranger came up to us and gave us a Nutty Buddy. Giving me ice cream is one way to get on my good side FAST! They were all wearing tie-dye or broomstick skirts, and I was truly entertained with two men wearing Utilikilts. I am so not kidding.

So, I feel better today. It was nice getting away from everything and being social. My grandma’s funeral is this week, so I really needed something fun to help brighten things up around here.

In Loving Memory

8 Jul

My grandmother, Nora Pearl Cook, died yesterday. She was 94 years old (would have been 95 next month). Although it is a relief that her suffering is over, it is still sad to have my last living grandparent die.

That’s about all I can muster today. It’s just a sad, sad day.

A New Mexican Holiday Weekend

6 Jul

OK, now that I’m a bit more recovered from my trip, I can give you the low down on it.

I started off the day going to visit my grandmother, who is currently in hospice. She was asleep the entire time, so I sat and held her hand and rubbed her shoulders, which are now extremely frail. It was really hard to see her that way, but I am so glad I got to see her one last time.

After breakfast, JB and I went to the gym with my parents. Mom and I did a weights workout together while Dad pumped weights alone and JB swam.

That afternoon, we went to the National Atomic Museum, which is run by Sandia National Laboratories. My dad worked at the Sandia Labs for over 30 years, so if was fascinating to go through this museum with him and have him give us the inside scoop on nuclear weapons.

Friday evening, we met up with Amber and some of her friends for dancing at Graham Central Station. JB and I tore it up that night, two stepping, waltzing, swinging, and then going in to the 80s room, where I strutted my running man moves, and did a bit of salsa in the Latin room. Too much fun! We were so sweaty by the end of the night!

After a run at my high school’s track, we went to the Santa Fe Wine Festival at Rancho de las Golondrinas. When you look at the slideshow (link below), the pictures of the Adobe buildings are from this outing. It was a beautiful place, and there were great jewelry booths and some live music. Unfortunately, it was HOT HOT HOT! After JB purchased some New Mexican wine, we were off to my favorite New Mexican restaurant — Sadies! I LOVE NEW MEXICAN FOOD! I was in heaven as I ate my stuffed sopapilla and then topped it off with a sopapilla and honey for desert. Yum!

This was our lazy day, where we slept late, and then went to Los Altos Pool, where I worked as a lifeguard when I was 16 and practiced for our high school swim team. Our lap swim was cut short by someone throwing up in the pool. I stopped to chat with a few lifeguards as we were leaving. I mentioned that I used to work there, and man, did I feel old when they asked how long ago that was. “Thirteen years,” I said, knowing those girls were toddlers when I was working there. Ouch!

Later that afternoon, after a liesurely lunch, we went wine shopping, which is one of JB’s favorite passtimes. He purchased a Greg Norman wine for my Dad, who is an avid golfer.

We stopped by to see my grandmother again, but she was asleep again. Unfortunately, the day we left, she took a turn for the worse, so that was probably the last time I’ll ever see her alive.

On to happier topics.

After dinner that night, Samantha and Amber came over, and the four of us went down to the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta park to see the Tempations. I knew all of 4 songs, but it was a fun atmosphere anyway.

Monday – Independance Day:
Amber and Karl picked us up at 8:30 in the morning so that we could drive out to the Jemez mountains for a hike. I got to sit next to my God-Daughter, Kylie, on the 1.5 hour drive, and had fun playing with her. The hike was very scenic, and you can see pictures from that hike in the slideshow (below).

After our hike, we stopped in a tiny town at the base of the Jemez Mountains in a restaurant called Los Ojos for some tortilla burgers with green chili. Talk about authentic New Mexican cuisine. I was in heaven! So yummy!

Later on that night, my Mom turned into Martha Stewart as she hosted a party of 11 people. My parents friends were there, and so were Samantha, Amber, Karl and Kylie. After the party, we drove to a park with a great view of Albuquerque, and we watched the fireworks from all over the city.

We returned Tuesday morning and then worked a half day on Tuesday. Now that was an exhausting day, and I topped it off with an hour and a half nap after work!

So, now for the infamous slide show I keep talking about. Click here to see all of our pictures from this past weekend.

Visiting the Homeland

5 Jul

Just back from a 4 day trip to Albuquerque, New Mexico to visit family and friends. It was action packed, and I ate a lot of good food. More details to come later.