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Much Ado about Splendid Stratford

Driving toward Stratford, Ontario, Tony and I had the sinking feeling that this “Shakespeare Festival” everyone in Canada seems to rave about couldn’t possibly live up to its reputation. Just a few miles out of town, corn fields stretched to the horizon; a thriving theatre community around the corner seemed absurd.

Shortly after a sign welcomed us to “Stratford – home of the Stratford Festival and the Ontario Pork Congress,” we pulled in to the parking lot for the Blue Spruce Bed & Breakfast, where we found a welcome bag from the Hossack Family (Diet Coke, Canadian chocolate, a kid’s book about the festival, a stuffed eagle wearing a Shanghai American School scarf and a heart-warming drawing from 4-year-old Blake). After settling in and chatting a bit with the B&B innkeeper, we walked about 10 minutes to the downtown area, got take-away sandwiches from York Street Deli on Erie (yum!) and found a shady spot to enjoy our lunch. We poked around a few shops and toured the Festival Exhibition, a small museum with costumes, props, set models, photos and video footage celebrating the festival’s 60th anniversary.

I had booked tickets for “Pirates of Penzance” Wednesday afternoon and “Much Ado About Nothing” Thursday night. By the time the pirates took their curtain call, I knew I needed to cram in at least one more show. Tony and I never should have doubted this cultural oasis. Scanning the program, we realized many cast members had boasting rights to Broadway and other world-class theatre experiences (as well as TV and movie roles) and the overall effect of the sets, costumes, sound and lighting proved there was talent behind the scenes, as well. The Major General even sang a hilarious extra verse in honor of the festival’s artistic directors. The Toronto Star’s theatre critic wrote a fairly scathing review of the show, but we were thoroughly entertained. Maybe we’re just out of practice since we rarely have access to plays or musicals…

If you don’t know the Hossacks by now, then you’re clearly not a regular reader of this blog! In a nutshell, we bonded with Scott and Amy while teaching in Shanghai, I was at the hospital when Blake made his appearance, and now we all spend our summers within a three-hour drive. Their summer home is just 20 minutes from Stratford. Perfect! Following our matinee, we were nearly bowled over by Amy’s running-start-leaping-hug sidewalk greeting. Blake, napping in his carseat, was less exuberant, and Scott acted like we had just seen him yesterday, which is just the way it should be.

In my zeal to take advantage of the stage offerings, I bought rush tickets for $25 each to “42nd Street” for that night. Never mind that we had been up since 5 a.m., driven to Canada, already seen a play, socialized for a few hours, and never really ate lunch or dinner. Despite our seats in the nosebleed section, we were entranced.

We enjoyed some more Hossack time the next day, culminating in a grown-ups evening of dinner and “Much Ado About Nothing,” another excellent production. Tony and I went to a Q&A with the show’s Claudio (Tyrone Savage) and Hero (Bethany Jillard) the next morning, checked out and drove to St. Marys to spend the day with our friends.

Here are some shots, taken by Amy’s camera, of our fun visit.
Dinner at Foster’s Inn.
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Hanging with the Bard in the Festival Theatre garden.
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After a nice riverside picnic, we pushed our bikes up a steep hill to the trail.
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Blake chose to climb the cliff face rather than take the steps. When he didn’t appear for a few minutes, Scott and Amy helped him to the top.
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Blake got dirty climbing that hill, so we paused to wash hands and get a drink.
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Playing on a train car at the old Stratford Junction, where 16-year-old Thomas Edison once worked (and apparently caused a train wreck that led to his prompt departure from Canada).
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DC, VA and Baltimore

Last Tuesday, I rode from Michigan to Alexandria, VA, with my sister, Meg, in her monster truck. I think she had hoped I would drive for part of the journey, but dang, that truck is intimidating. So I didn’t. Instead, I let the pregnant lady drive while her sweet German shepherd, Sophie, and I napped.

How fun is the D.C. area?! Geez, I need to spend more time there. I attended a three-day workshop – What’s Different About Teaching Reading to Students Learning English? – offered by the Center for Applied Linguistics. I took away some good stuff to use right away when school resumes next month.

Meg and I met up with my friend and AES colleague, Katrina, in Georgetown for dinner.
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We rode bikes into Alexandria’s Old Town and browsed in the King Street shops (including a cupcake break).
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On my last day in town, we drove to Baltimore (the GPS took us on the “scenic route,” which I’m pretty sure included locations used in filming some of the grittier scenes in “The Wire”). Sarah, one of my dear friends from our days in Turkey, introduced Meg and me to her husband, Nate, and their 7-day old son, Samuel. Like an IDIOT, I did not take any photos, but I will add some here when she sends a few of her own. I also failed to take any shots at the National Aquarium in Baltimore, which is fantastic, although mobbed.

Now I’m back in Michigan … for ONE day. Tomorrow, Tony and I road trip to Canada for the Shakespeare Festival in Stratford. No rest for the weary.

America, we gonna partay like it’s your birfday!

The Fourth of July festivities are always a little crazy at our lake. I don’t mean Katy-Perry-Last-Friday-Night-crazy like Independence Day used to be in Lake Orion’s glory days. I mean we light our flares too early and incur the wrath of local residents à la 2010. Or we have a hailstorm that cancels the fireworks display à la 2011. As for 2012, well, Michigan stupidly decided to pump up the economy by legalizing more lethal fireworks for stoners with empty beer bottles to shoot at their loser friends. Which they did.

The best part of our Independence Day celebration was WHO shared it with us! All my siblings were here, as well as two very dear friends from my days at Mannheim American High School in Germany. It’s the first time Tarren, Cami and I have been together since 1998. Tarren and her husband, Jim, flew in from St. Louis, and Cami drove from Virginia with her two kiddos, Quinn (11) and Denison (7).

BTW, I am the Zombie Godmother for Quinn and Den. Cami used to call me their Fairy Godmother, but Quinn and I decided that was lame.

Isn’t it the best when you just pick up where you left off with the special people in your life? That never ceases to amaze and thrill me.

As usual, Lake Orion’s celebrations started with Flare Night the Friday before July 4th. Everyone lit road flares – at 10 p.m. sharp – around the perimeter of the lake. I had brought a bunch of bindis from India for the ladies, but when Nico saw them, he wanted one, too, and before we knew it, he had stuck them on everyone. (Disclaimer: All good photos in this post were taken by Tarren and/or Jim; crappy photos were taken by me.)
Quinn helps Nico with his bindi.
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Saturday night, we played with sparklers, snappers, snakes and other low-testosterone fireworks before traipsing to our neighbor’s peninsula for the lake’s fireworks show. For the record, extra-long sparklers are an extra-bad idea.
Quinn sparkles.
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Quinn, Den and Nico play with sparklers while I have a coronary.
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I like this shot because I think my fear is palpable.
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Love this photo!
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Boaters get ready for the REAL fireworks show.
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We watched from shore, and Jim got some awesome shots!
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Here are some other fave photos from our big reunion:

Nico checks in with Meg’s baby, due in late September.
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BFFs. Cami and Tarren.
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Jim at the lakefront.
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Denison kayaks.
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Kate, Tarren and moi.
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Quinnster chillin’.
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Nico and Denison giving the ubiquitous summer signal.
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Hanging out at the Dickinson Resort pool.
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Family reunion! The only one missing was Meg’s husband, Britt. My brother, Mike, and his wife, Summer, visited from Belgium.
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Nephew Paul and Uncle Mike wear their American Embassy School shirts.
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Sophie checks out her mom’s pretty hair and baby bump.
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Stuck on Sandia Peak

My parents and I rode the Sandia Peak Aerial Tram back in 2007, but I must have experienced Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder because I totally forgot how freakin’ scary it was! I convinced Tony to take the tram up to the top of the 10,378-foot mountain on June 21 for a little hike followed by dinner at High Finance Restaurant.

The 2.7-mile tram ride took 14 minutes at a speed of about 20 feet per second. High winds shook the trees below and rocked the gondola a bit. Soaring above the rocky slopes, I tried not to hold my breath.

Tony, pretending he’s not scared.
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At the top, we hiked in and out of the woods for about an hour in cool temperatures, fresh crisp air and achingly bright sunshine.

The other side of the mountain gets all the rain, so it’s lush and wooded and apparently a hot-spot for winter skiiers.
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Can’t. Open. My. Eyes.
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I took about a thousand pictures of trees. Oh, nature, how I’ve missed you!
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Tony was a big chicken about standing near the edge. Probably a good thing.
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The tram heads down the mountain.
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Little did we know it wasn’t coming back any time soon.

We enjoyed a nice dinner while watching a storm brewing in the distance. Dark clouds rolled in, lightning slashed across the sky, and we could see a curtain of rain at the horizon.
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Unfortunately, the storm moved toward the mountain and ultimately cut power to the tram. Quite a few people were stranded, including several with young children. Finally, the tram got moving again and several relieved passengers started downhill to Albuquerque. About halfway, the tram stopped and swayed for 30 minutes. Unable to finish its journey down, it somehow managed to travel back up. Discouraged and worried, the people disembarked and joined the rest of us in the waiting area of the tower.

Around 9:30 p.m., the power was restored and we watched the tram operator receive a call and signal thumbs-up to a co-worker. A tentative cheer went up from the crowd. We piled into the tram, some muttering prayers, some cracking anxious jokes, some silently staring out at the glittering city lights in the otherwise inky valley. At the bottom, we all laughed and shared a moment of genuine relief.
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Road trip to the Salinas Pueblo Missions

I have a lot of catching up to do on this blog. I never finished writing about our experiences in Albuquerque, and I never even STARTED writing about events since we returned to Michigan or the Fourth of July festivities or my trip to Washington, D.C., and now we’re heading to Canada tomorrow for a few days, which will generate even MORE blog-worthy news. Time to get crackin’.

So … back to Albuquerque.

Walking through the red sandstone ruins of the Salinas Pueblo Missions on June 22, I kept picturing the Native Americans of the Salinas Valley and the anxiety they must have felt at the arrival of Spanish missionaries more than 300 years ago. Here’s some background, from a National Park Service brochure:

Before they left the area in the 1670s, Pueblo Indians forged a stable agricultural society whose members lived in apartment-like complexes and participated, through rule and ritual, in the cycles of nature. … The Salinas Valley became a major trade center and one of the most populous parts of the Pueblo world, with perhaps 10,000 or more inhabitants in the 1600s. Located along major trade routes, the villagers were both producers and middlemen between the Rio Grande villages and the plains tribes to the east. They traded maize, piñon nuts, beans, squash, salt, and cotton goods for dried buffalo meat, hides, flints and shells. … In the 1670s the Salinas villages were abandoned and their people dispersed.

Although Spanish explorers (traveling from Mexico) failed to discover the mythical riches of the north, Spain accepted its charge from the Pope to Christianize the natives of the New World.

Tony and I explored two of the three Salinas Pueblo Missions, southeast of ABQ. At the suggestion of Sarah, innkeeper at the Adobe Nido B&B, we took the scenic route through the mountains. Totally worth it! We stopped first at Quarai, which was a thriving pueblo when Juan de Oñate arrived in 1598 to demand allegiance to Spain. We walked the shady path that passed by unexcavated mounds, ultimately arriving at the red-walled church ruins. After checking out the site, we enjoyed a peaceful trek through the surrounding piñon trees.
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From there, we drove to Abó, where Franciscans started converting residents in 1622. Two churches were built here, including one with an unusually sophisticated buttressing system.
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That circle in front of the church ruins was an underground kiva, a sacred chamber for special ceremonies. The kiva reflects the co-existence of Pueblo religious rituals and Christian traditions at the missions. That co-existence was doomed, obviously. Pueblo priests began to doubt the Christian god was powerful enough to meet their communal needs (summer rain and bountiful harvests), and Franciscans destroyed Kachina masks and kivas to discourage native religions.

For tons more information (567 pages, to be exact!) about the history and culture of the Salinas Pueblo Missions, check out “In the Midst of a Loneliness,” a PDF on the National Park Service website.

A third site, Gran Quivira, is located about 25 miles off the main road. As we were getting a bit peckish, we decided to skip it and head back to the city for lunch.

Returning to Albuquerque, we crested a hill and emerged in the plains. This was our view for most of the trip.
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Oh, another great resource is the book, Salinas Pueblo Missions – Abó, Quarai & Gran Quivira by Dan Murphy. I just realized I lifted this book from the B&B by accident, so I’ll go pop it in the mail!

National Pie Week, aka the most awesome week of the year

Did you know this was National Pie Week?
Moreover, did you know this is the last day of National Pie Week and I haven’t had any PIE all WEEK?!
Many of you know that pie is my favorite food, so missing out on National Pie Week would have been tragic.

I’m a pie eater, not a pie baker, so I had to run out and buy a selection to celebrate this special week. I purchased mini versions of Michigan 4-berry, strawberry-rhubarb, apple and cherry, as well as Breyer’s Vanilla ice-cream (truly the ONLY ice-cream worthy of sharing a bowl with pie). Tempted to eat them all by myself, I altruistically hauled them to my parents’ house to share.
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Strawberry-rhubarb is my all-time fave, but Michigan 4-berry is pretty delish.
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Megan eats pie for two, and Dad digs in.
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Why do I always eat so much pie that it stops tasting fabulous?
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Next year, I will strive to honor the spirit of National Pie Week with a delectable slice every day instead of a massive pie pile on the last day.

Wine tasting with the Voges

As a Third Culture Kid with no real roots in the United States, I spent a lot of time researching housing markets before buying our rental property back in 2007. I narrowed my search to the Southwest but ultimately picked Albuquerque based on conversations with our friends Dean and Elaine Voge, who worked with us in Shanghai. Dean taught in ABQ before they headed abroad, so they were back last week to visit friends and family. Spending an afternoon with them was the highlight of our trip!

We talked about hiking or going to a museum, but Elaine proposed the perfect activity for us: wine tasting! It was perfect because Elaine, Heidi (Dean’s daughter) and I could pound the wine, secure in the knowledge that Dean (not a wine lover) would be sober to drive. Tony (also not a wine lover) enjoyed the company and Tuscany-esque setting, so everyone was happy.

Here are the wines we tried at the Casa Rondeña Winery Tasting Room:
Viognier – A dry white wine with dense flavors of pineapple and honey, Viognier is the perfect expression of the Southwestern high desert growing region showing its rich mouth-feel and crispy acidity.
Meritage – This classic Bordeaux-style wine is a blend of 48% Merlot, 30% Cabernet Franc, 20% Cabernet Sauvignon and 2% Petit Verdot. Complex with a lingering finish, the Meritage Red shows flavors of vanilla, currant, blackberry and chocolate.
Cabernet Franc – The original red wine of the Loire Valley in France, Cabernet Franc grows well here in New Mexico. It exhibits fruit-forward flavors of blackberries, dark cherry and earthiness while being medium bodied and soft on the finish.
1629– A true Casa original: spicy Tempranillo; deep, dark Syrah; dense, soft tannins of Cabernet Sauvignon – blended and named in honor of the first vinifera plantings in North America, right here in New Mexico!
Rosé – A luscious off-dry Cabernet Franc based wine with crisp hints of strawberry and plum (and cool guys like Rich & Vince say cherries and watermelon). This wine has 1.75% residual sugar.
Serenade – With its floral bouquet and lively fruitiness, the blend of 87% Riesling and 13% Gewurztraminer give a perfect balance of sweetness and acidity. This wine has 2.25% residual sugar.
Animante (Port) – A deep, elegant and rich port with very soft tannins, made from Cabernet Sauvignon and a touch of Cabernet Franc. (18% alcohol)

Following the tasting, we took a bottle out to the garden and enjoyed a little picnic. Uninvited to the wedding that was scheduled later in the afternoon, we drove to Albertson’s supermarket to buy cheaper wine and food for a cookout at Heidi’s house. We met the rest of her family, lounged in their lovely garden, and lingered in the drowsy comfort of happy tummies and special friends.

Tipsy and happy.
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Oh! As we sampled the wines, Tony looked out the window and asked, “Isn’t that Andi?” Sure enough, it was one of our colleagues from New Delhi with two of her friends. So out of about 10 people in the tasting room, 50 percent were international teachers!

Petroglyphs, Volcanoes and the Bosque – playing outside in Albuquerque

Looking for something to do outside in Albuquerque? There’s no end to the options! How about a trek through a boulder-strewn canyon decorated 400-700 years ago by American Indians and Spanish settlers? Or consider strolling around the Three Sisters, a collection of volcanoes on the West Mesa. Both sites are part of the Petroglyph National Monument, a wonderful collection of trails managed by the National Park Service. Bike enthusiasts will find a 16-mile trail through the “bosque” (pronounced BOSS-key), a cottonwood forest along the Rio Grande River.

Tony and I started each day in Albuquerque with a hike or bike ride (after eating a ridiculously indulgent breakfast at our B&B, that is), and we truly loved being outdoors under that vast blue sky.

Rinconada Canyon
For our first outing, we headed to Rinconada Canyon. This description comes from the National Park Service website:

Rinconada Canyon offers an insight into the geologic, cultural, and natural resources of this region. From the parking lot a sandy path follows the northern escarpment, carrying you over sand dunes. As you walk into the canyon, the sounds and sights of the city fade away and may be replaced with the coo of a mourning dove or a collared lizard sunning itself on a basalt boulder. Here you see prehistoric and historic petroglyphs, rock wall alignments and shelters, and wildlife living in the vegetation growing throughout the canyon.
The geology of the area shows the remnants of volcanic eruptions of 200,000 years ago. The basalt from these flows caps the sandstone of the Santa Fe Formation. As the softer sandstone erodes away, the basalt breaks off and tumbles down the hillside. This action provided the escarpment where the petroglyphs were carved.

Archeologists believe most of the 1,200 petroglyphs in this canyon were pecked into the basalt boulders using a hammerstone to remove the dark color on the surface and reveal a lighter color underneath. Pueblo Indians use the images to pass on stories about history, culture and spiritual beliefs.

Checking out some petroglyphs.
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Unfortunately, some relatively modern visitors felt compelled to carve their own petroglyphs. This guy visited Rinconada Canyon on my birthday in 1919!
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Some petroglyphs and rock formations hint at what life was like for the Spanish explorers and Mexicans who arrived here in 1540. We saw petroglyphs of Catholic crosses and what archeologists think could be livestock brands.

We had just started out on this trail, when a snake crossed the path. He took his sweet time, but Tony and I were too slow getting out our cameras, so we missed his face. Beautiful!
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The canyon is ringed with boulders, but the center is sandy with clumps of scrubby plants and lots of scrambling lizards.
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The Volcanoes
Here’s the scoop from NPS:

Known locally as the Albuquerque Volcanoes or the Three Sisters, they are a classic and rare example of a fissure eruption. In fissure eruptions magma rises along thin cracks in the Earth’s crust unlike most volcanoes in which magma rises through a vertical central vent. Here the fissure is over 5 miles (8km) long. Very long cracks like these may result in a row of aligned eruption craters—all active at the same time. Such eruptions create “curtains of fire” like those that occur today at Kilauea in Hawaii Volcanoes National Park.

According the the New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology, all volcanoes in the state are “probably” extinct, meaning they are “unlikely” to erupt again. I guess I prefer a little more certainty about such things. Still, it was fun to walk around the volcanoes. We climbed up two of them, only to learn later that doing so was insensitive to the Pueblo Indians, who “believe the volcanoes and the petroglyphs pecked into the volcanic boulders provide a direct spiritual connection both to their ancestors and to the Spirit World, the place where time began,” according to NPS literature. Brochures urge visitors not to hike to the peaks. Dang.

Tony with the JA Volcano in the background.
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On the top, overlooking ABQ.
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Too late to pretend we were culturally sensitive at the volcanoes. The big rocks are light because they’re filled with air! Tony looks so virile, eh?
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On top of the Vulcan Volcano, you can see forever.
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Walking back to the car. I love this landscape!
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Tiny cactus flowers.
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Biking the Bosque
Albuquerque’s Paseo del Bosque recently made Sunset magazine’s list of the 20 best bike paths in the West. We concur. It’s pretty fantastic.

We rented high-quality mountain bikes from Routes Rentals & Tours. The bikes were a bit small for us, but they did the trick. We picked up the trail very close to our wonderful B&B and rode north to the Alameda trail head (for a roundtrip total of about 17 miles). Paved, flat and quiet, the trail never crosses roads or encounters motorized vehicles. We saw about 20 hot-air balloons rising into the early morning sky. Stunning!
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Here’s more info on the Paseo del Bosque, aka Riverside Trail. This article describes a fire that broke out while we were there, and we’ve heard they since closed the trail until the “fire season” ends.

There is WAY more to do in Albuquerque if you love being outdoors. We look forward to exploring other trails on our next visit.