O Jo wonderful

 

We were off duty from Habitat for the long weekend, so we settled into our little Questa Lodge RV Park with a laundry, showers, satellite so Carl can watch the Indi 500 and sometimes, but not reliably, internet.

Friday evening we picked up a rental car from Enterprise, and Saturday took a trip to Ojo Caliente to soak our bones for three hours. I've got iron for my blood and arthritic symptoms, soda for my digestion and skin ailments, arsenic for my arthritis, and steam for my sinuses. I think the soda pool is my favorite. I'm very bouyant in it and I can actually go to sleep while floating. It was not a good day for mudding, as the sun was out only a few minutes and it was quite chilly, so my skin tone will have to wait for another day.

On the way to Ojo we crossed the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge and bought some home made lollipops from an earth mother of 5 boys who really wanted us to buy $30 fairies. On the return, I took off cross country on a local road. When we got to the Rio Grande this time, it turned to single lane dirt steep grade switchbacks till we reached the river crossing. That is one deep gorge. I was really glad not to be driving the RV, as I have done one of those roads in it and it was not easy. Did I mention it was also raining and the road was muddy slippy? No guardrails. Quite the excitement.

The motorcycles are everywhere, even in the rain, all congregating in Red River for the annual Memorial Day Rally. One of their activities is to ride the Enchanted Circle over and over. Can't see their tattoo's with all the rain gear and leathers.

Ahh Spa Day

Life is good. Today was one of those days you dream about if you win the lottery, but it was so cheap you don't have to win the lottery.

First, last night, we had showers and laundry and a hot tub for $30. We even had a babbling brook outside. We took our first shower in several days; at 7200 feet in Pagosa Springs, it took my breath away. I was weak in the knees.

This morning, Dodie drove for an hour before anybody else got out of their PJ's. By then, we were in Chama, a nice high desert area of New Mexico. From there we drove by Ghost Ranch and looked at George O'Keefe's favorite mountain, and then turned east. Our goal: Ojo Caliente. We turned on the spa music on Sirus radio. Ojo Caliente is a little hot springs resort north of Sante Fe. Just a little touch of California. There's arsenic pools, iron pools, soda pools, combo pools, all aimed at healing arthritis, digestion and skin. After you soak in seven pools, you coat your body with mud and let it dry. Wow. Did I feel good after that~ There were an international incident in the mud area though. I wasn't sure what the problem was, but two guys, one American and one German, were having words where each insulted the other's country. I was ready to get dried up and out before the mud slinging started.

Then we got a hot wrap. After you get your core good and hot in the pool of your choice, you lay down in a quiet room and let the attendant wrap you up good and tight and put a wool blanket over you and go nite nite for 30 minutes. An hour later we woke up thinking it was a little warm. They forgot about us. Oh well. It was two fer Tuesday at the spa, $8.25 each. What a little piece of paradise.

Then we motored down to Sante Fe. Enroute we decided that Dodie was going to stay still another day. So here we are in a city parking lot at the cathedral, dry camping next to a security shack for an archeological dig. The guard said it didn't bother him, and we figure the historic La Fonda Hotel is just a block away if we need something. If La Posada would just have a little stronger internet signal, we would be in tall cotton.

So tomorrow we are going to do art on the city square, walk Daisy, maybe go to a Museum, look at art. Then Dodie is really going home, and I am going to visit friends in Albuquerque till Carl comes Friday morning. Boy is he going to be surprised to see Rosabella!