Day 31 of the Breathing Excitedly in the Thinnest of Air Road Trip of Emotional Salve
Taos, NM to Southern New Mexico
This is the first time I've ever written a blog anywhere other than my own belly in bed, but Tessa and I are sitting at Longevity Caf in Santa Fe, a brilliant place full of Kidney Tonic Pills, Vegan Soup Shavings, and piles of dreadlocked lesbians waxing wiccan about their "psychic bursts" – in short, heaven. Especially since all of this town's coffeshops are supplied by Working Wild, a company dedicated to getting wireless internet all over New Mexico. Santa Fe is pretty great – everyone smiles at you, and the queer population is intense (Tessa said it should be called "Santa Gay," but I offered "Santa Fey," which she liked better).
We had the incredible experience of skiing Taos today, which was abandoned one day after the holiday; we had the slopes to ourselves, and it's a HUUUGE mountain. It felt like there were 15 people there total, allowing me to eat shit without a parade of onlookers. Taos also doesn't allow snowboarding, which raises its average age to about 40, but the slopes are still long and challenging. It's no Mammoth, but after getting our stuff stolen yesterday, it was a needed shot of optimism in the arm.
I had another very trenchant and witty observation to add today, but I've forgotten what it was. This sort of thing used to drive me crazy when I was younger; once, on a road trip in college, I came up with - and then forgot - The Perfect Column Idea for the Daily Tar Heel, and it still burns me now. But age and ego has softened me into believing that something better always bubbles to the surface.
Posted by at January 21, 2003 8:04 PM