Thursday we went to Placitas which is just up the road a bit north of Albuquerque. When I was a teenager, my friends and I would go to Placitas to skinny dip in the stream and pretend we were part of the communes that Placitas was known for. Later on in college, I lived in Placitas for awhile and practiced even more being a dirty dreaded hippy. But enough of my lurid past as a flower child.
And back to the grands adventure. Last time SM and I were up there, we didn't see but one stallion and only for a split second. He must have been scouting out the area because we didn't even see traces of any other horses. But this time, just as we entered the "historic village of Placitas" was a steaming pile and we knew they must be close. It wasn't 2/10ths of a mile and they were three on the main road. There was a big grey with black main, a painted black and white and a beautiful shiny roan. They took their time crossing the road and we followed them as best we could up a stream bed.
Nope, not picture one of the horses. I was too busy looking out for the grands.
After disengaging our tracking mission we headed to the north part of Placitas where the huge houses are. A friend had told us there were gourds to be found along the main road and she had seen an entire 15 horse herd last week.
As we drove along the grands started spouting back some of the geology and terrain things they have learned in past driving adventures, it was very cool to hear them speak of Mother Earth with knowledge and affection. We found mistletoe, they asked the plant if we could pick it, and brought some home. We also found loads of gourds, but only brought home a few for our turtles (some of their favorite food in the wild) and left the rest for whatever animal feeds on them.
Then we reached the high voltage wires that bring in electricity from the 4 corners of NM, Utah, Colorado, Arizona area and just before getting to the turn around there is a bridge. We've never even noticed the sign before. Maybe it's new or maybe us oldies but goodies just missed it but.............a for really troll bridge.
How could the grands resist getting out of the car and calling the troll to come out and defend his bridge. They are a mess.....thank goodness.
So the adventure was a success....horses, other wildlife, plants, beautiful scenery, troll bridges and spending quality time together. The cherry on top was a meal at Cracker Barrel. And everyone made it home sans ropes and gags....tee hee