With a whole day ahead to reach Santa
Fé we left T or C in the
sunshine yesterday morning. With only about 330km to cover we could
take our time, so we decided to take the slower route for part of the
way. We left I-25 to switch to Hwy. 1, a paved but narrow road
leading by the Bosque del Apache bird sanctuary. While the thousands
of sandhill cranes who winter here have left already the wetlands
along the Rio Grande still provide habitat for many birds during the
summer and a place to rest for migratory birds.
We were mainly looking for a place to
walk on a travelling day, so we stopped at the first of the hiking
trails, still south of the visitor centre, the 'Canyon Trail'.
The
soft sand on the first part of the trail was not so easy to walk in
but provided a good workout. At the trailhead kiosk we found a map to
explain different features along the way, but many of them were not
really relevant yet since it is so early in the year. Still, plants
are starting to green up, and after a bit of rain the day before the
soft sand showed tracks of coyote and, according to the description
in the trail guide, a kangaroo rat, its dragging tail a line drawn in
the sand. A few birds, too, were around, though the only ones I
recognized were swallows.
The trail followed the canyon with its
eroding sculpted walls, so soft that they are almost more gravelly
than sandstone. The map alerted us to a wall with thousands of tiny
holes: here, bees have burrowed into the rock to build their hives,
the tunnels often no more than 10 cm deep and widening into chambers.
The trail zig-zagged to the top of the
canyon where an overlook provided a good view of the marshlands near
the visitor centre.
Unfortunately we didn't have time to explore more
of this bird sanctuary, which is sought out by people from all over
the world, we found out, but it was a nice stop on the way. Had we
stopped at the visitor centre before embarking on the hike I'd likely
have opted for a different hike, somewhere in the marsh, to see the
spring migratory birds that have arrived already.
Near the small town of San Antonio we
re-entered I-25 to head for Albuquerque for a fuel stop at Costco.
Glad to have an alternative to passing through this city of more than
half a million people we headed for Hwy. 14, the so-called Turquoise
Road, another one of the many beautiful scenic byways.
While we didn't have time to explore it
at length we much enjoyed the slower pace, much less traffic and
rugged beauty of the landscape. Hills covered in juniper and pinion
pine, the growth much denser than where we passed through in the
morning, the green more prevalent than the pale yellow, pink and grey
of the flats, high, snow-covered mountains in the distance, colourful
rock outcroppings – it was great advice from a friend to send us on
that alternate route to Santa Fe.
There are several little towns along
the way, mining towns at one time, but now quite changed, from ghost
towns to artist communities.
We picked one to look at a bit closer
and chose Madrid, which proved to be a good choice. Many of the old
houses have been restored and are now homes for galleries, shops and
restaurants; others are left standing the way they were, looking as
if they were gazing back into a distant past where life was much
different and other hopes and dreams were lived out in them.
We visited one of the shops to look at
the art work and learned that all of it is being crafted by local
artists who live in the pueblos along the turquoise road. Materials,
too, come from here, but only in part. No longer is turquoise mined
in large amounts in the US; much of it comes from China where still
big deposits are being mined. Turquoise was only one of the stones
used by the pueblo people. Traditionally they also used sea shells
that were acquired in trade, and we saw some beautiful examples of
the orange spiny oyster shell jewellery made here.
It was early evening when we reached
our hotel on the outskirts of Santa Fe, and we looked forward to
visiting this old town with its special architecture in the morning.
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