Moving Days

The first transport happened before we officially moved. We needed to relocate some large furniture from the house in Fort Worth, which sold and needed to be empty by the middle of December. Rather than moving it twice, we decided to go ahead and take the items directly to New Mexico.

The small U-Haul loaded, we headed west. Late afternoon departure meant we’d be staying in Lubbock for the night, which was convenient since we were dropping some furniture off with a Lubbock resident.

Traveling with a large truck presents some challenges. Speed, for one. We’re limited to less than 70 miles per hour, and while the truck could probably handle a little more than that, we decided to be safe. It was a long drive to the middle of nowhere. And not exciting, either as we have made this drive countless times before.

Morning arrived and the U-haul was a little lighter. We made a quick coffee stop and headed west again, excited to the leave flat plains of this state we’ve called home for many years. The scenery gradually began to change.

It was snowing/raining/sleeting when we crossed the border in Texline. Despite the absolutely unbearable, brutal conditions, we decided a photo was in order. Arranging ourselves near the Welcome sign, we noticed a car pulling up nearby. It was an older four door sedan which didn’t appear to have a lot of life left in it. Out of the sedan stepped a gentleman who politely offered to capture our photo. We agreed, and stood shivering to the bone while he snapped several photos. “I try to stop when I see out-of-towners here,” the man explained before he left. Small towns are full of surprises. We thanked him before we found refuge from the cold in our warm vehicles.

We were hoping for the larger-than-life WELCOME TO NEW MEXICO sign, but because of the location of our crossing (basically nowhere) we were limited to the Welcome sign created by the tiny town of Texico (not to be confused with Texline, which is a very similar border town located further north in nowhere) which seems to stress Texico over New Mexico.

The skies cleared up after leaving the home of the friendly photographer and the Wolverines.

Most of eastern New Mexico looks like this. Flat roads, big skies, the clouds float in and out in no particular order. The grass is a golden color, as if it’s part corn, part grass. The trees are bare and like west Texas, tumbleweeds roll across the road at any given time. Drivers should keep their eyes open for tangles of branches and goatheads and trash.

At the top of any random hill (by standards of flat plains) a driver can almost see Albuquerque. From Lubbock to ABQ, the roads are long and two lanes, with passing allowed only in certain spots. The U-haul chugged along at 70 miles per hour, occasionally creating a little line of impatient drivers behind.

We continued on, passing through Clovis and Fort Sumter and finally, Santa Rosa, where the two lane highway intersects with I-40. At this point we had hopes that the traffic would ease up a little as we changed direction from northwest to west. We quickly realized westbound traffic on I-40 is miserable. There’s a semi truck every quarter mile, each trying to find a time to pass another, which results in a line of cars in the left lane, patiently (or not so) waiting for the semis to figure out their position. Navigating this mess while in a U-Haul was interesting.

There was a quick stop at Cline’s Corner, a gas station which accommodates weary travelers who need a break from the car by selling southwestern style everything: pots, plans, jewelry, blankets, shoes, hats, tamales….. You can’t miss Cline’s. There’s at least ten billboards in each direction advising travelers not to miss the opportunity of a lifetime to purchase a large comfy native American blanket. The bathrooms usually have at least one or two stalls that are functioning properly and coffee is occasionally available. Unlike Texico, they’re not big on sign design. Just some spray paint on a road barrier will do.

After Cline’s Corner, it’s a quick hop, skip and a jump to ABQ. Unless you’re in a U-Haul. We chugged along, dodging semis, motorcycles and SUVs with cartop carriers and bikes attached.

Mountains! This scene is never not exciting for these Texans (ish).

We entered the city from the east, passing Moriarty, Edgewood and Tijeras following the highway around sharp turns and being careful not to hit the wheel destroying potholes which appeared to increase in number the closer the city became.

The exit to Rio Grande Blvd is not far from The Old Town area of the city: zoo, parks, museums and the like are scattered within a few miles from our place. Advantage: walking distance to coffee, beer, food. Disadvantage: the noise.

We found our place looking very much like it had during the video tour (yes, this was the first time we had visited in person). Who commits to a year of rent site unseen? Evidently, we do. A townhome at the end of a line of three, we found bright red walls and a tall ceiling. Not at all like a home a in the suburbs: mission accomplished.

Because we always prioritize food and drink over responsibilities, we put on walking shoes and went in search of an edible meal before unloading the truck. While we found food at Two Cranes, less than a quarter mile from our home, we were disappointed. A small bar, weak beer and less than average food. This is why we ended up at the second location, Sawmill Market, where we wandered through various cafes offering a variety of foods. Everything from tacos, sandwiches, pizza, tapas, cheesecake, quiche, coffee. Options are endless here. As we wandered, we asked ourselves, “do we need to leave this place ever?” and finally decided on drinks at the Botanic Bar. The skilled bartenders can craft pretty much anything a customer desires. They didn’t even blink when asked to create a Negroni and Paper Plane. We walked home from Sawmill fully prepared to begin building, moving and rearranging furniture before heading home in the morning.

Despite the short timeframe, we considered the first part of the move a success. We explored our new home, set up some furniture, made a list of tasks (it was long) and even accomplished unloading old furniture in Lubbock on the way. All in one weekend.

Albuquerque Absurdity

One of the reasons we relocated was related to culture. New Mexico is well known for a slow paced, relaxed lifestyle. This is appealing to two folks who have spent quite a bit of time in stressful work environments with deadlines and responsibilities and bills and never-enough-time.

Our mission here is to slow things down, to relax and enjoy the outdoors, the indoors and everything this little city has to offer. With that mission comes some challenges. We prepared ahead to reprogram our brain when it comes to any sort of customer service. There will be lines at retail stores, cashiers who aren’t concerned with any particular schedule. Meals out will require additional time in the schedule as most restaurant employees adhere to the New Mexico matra: “we’ll get to you when we get to you.” This is all expected.

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The Train to Santa Fe and Boots and Beer

The Rail Runner takes travelers north or south from Albuquerque, depending on their preference. Our preference on Christmas Eve was north: Santa Fe. Since we have been severely deprived of public transit options in DFW, we thought the train would be a good option. Not that our one evening makes up for years and years of driving our gas guzzling vehicles around the metroplex, but it’s a start.

We made reservations for a birthday dinner at the Amaya, located inside the Hotel Santa Fe. We’d stopped in before with a large group on the way to the mountains, and remembered a quiet atmosphere with minimal music, attentive waitstaff and bonus: no other customers (probably explains the attentive waitstaff). Reservations booked, we navigated our way to the train station in downtown. We considered trying to figure out a ride on the bus to train station, but decided it might be nice to have the car since we were anticipating a late return.

Like any other train station. With a little southwestern flair.

Car parked and all valuables removed, we went to wait for the Rail Runner. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. But there we were, shivering in our winter coats and hats, wondering if we should have added layers.

The Rail Runner arrived and fortunately its warm interior made us forget about the extra layers.

We found a seat on the top level and settled in.

Leaving the station, on time.

Public transit: sit back, try to tune out the other noisy passengers, enjoy the view or read a book.

For most of the way, we enjoyed the view while eavesdropping on a heated debate on whether Google maps can track one’s speed.

Sandia Peak is is an impressive presence. It’s visible from most places in the city, and even as we sped north through Bernalillo and Rio Rancho, there it was, tall and beautiful.

Just before Santa Fe… snow! Finally. At this point we’d been in Albuquerque for over a week and had yet to see anything close to snow.

The train stopped and we hopped out, on a mission to find a pre-dinner beer. Our first choice was Second Street Brewery, not far from the station and a known. One of us had been there before. We hopped over ice patches (neither of us bothered to wear appropriate shoes) and avoided slippery spots. Like in Albuquerque, a bright sun does not equate to warm air.

Arriving at Second Street, we were disappointed to find the windows dark. Peeking in, we saw chairs on tables and lights turn off. Closed for the holiday, evidently. Fortunately, there is more beer in Santa Fe. We found it be chance – just wandering down the sidewalk and saw a sign for Restoration Pizza. It appeared reasonably quiet. And warm. We went in. With greetings from a very enthusiastic bartender, we found two spots at the bar and reviewed the menu. Santa’s Favorite House caught our eye. Mostly because of the ABV. Twelve percent? It’s rare to find strong beers in these parts. We had to have one. It was Christmas Eve and if Santa loved this particular we were sure we would too.

We did. Santa’s Favorite was now our favorite as well.

Leaving Restoration, we had some time to kill before our reservations, so we went over REI, browsing through all the outdoor gear we were sure we might need at some point during our time in New Mexico. In the shoe department we accidentally found Santa’s Favorite Hiking Boots. We both tried on a pair of Merrells and decided we couldn’t live without them. It was one of our birthdays and besides they would be handy for the trek back to the train. We spent some time chatting with the friendly shoe salesman (whose name was Hopper so how could we not talk to him?) about hiking trails, live music (ever hear of Anti-Gravity Love Machine? His daughter …), and rugby.

As we paid for Santa’s favorite boots we glanced at our phones and realized our reservation at Amaya was twenty minutes ago. Oops. We considered calling – confident they wouldn’t be too busy and our tardiness wouldn’t be an issue – but then we remembered the menu at Restoration Pizza. Pizza with white sauce, pizza with red sauce, pizza with veggies, pizza with meat. They all sounded amazing. We made the decision to bail on the fancy Amaya and opt for cheap(ish) pizza and beer.

We had the La Trufa: white sauce, spinach, bacon, mushrooms … It was amazing. The perfect birthday dinner. Santa would approve. Especially since we consumed more of his favorite beer.

It was time to catch the train home but first, one more quick stop. Another accidental detour: we wandered into the Jean Cocteau Cinema, a tiny indie theatre that was currently showing The Shining and regularly carries a lineup of classic films along with live shows. It’s a small building, but there’s enough room in the micro-lobby for concessions, a bar and three small tables. We were jealous of the folks there to see the movie; if our only option for transportation home was not the Rail Runner we might have purchased tickets. But the train’s last ride was leaving at 8pm, and we needed to be on it, or a very expensive Uber ride home.

We saved the theatre as a place to return and went to find our seats on train. The ride home was not completely quiet, but we tuned out the crowd and read our books. What a nice change from driver/passenger and complete control over your vehicle.

The hiking boots? An excellent investment. We’ve worn them every day since, whether actually hiking or just wandering through town.

The Views in ABQ

Or why we went west …

When we shared our relocation plans with friends, neighbors, and the like back home, we received the following comments:

“Who does that?” “You have family there?” (because why
else would you leave this incredible metroplex…) and… “ABQ is a
shithole town full of illegals.” (To be fair, we also received plenty of
positive feedback. But for the purpose of this post, the negative comments fit better.)

And so we did that (moved here). Without family here. Despite the threat of dangerous illegals.

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