As adults we don’t seem to celebrate birthdays with the same festivity as when we were children, but I think all birthdays are incredibly special. Having lost many friends at a young age, I know that each birthday is a great time to reevaluate, reground, regroup, and to be filled with gratitude. Each lesson leading into another great discovery and memories fill the spaces in our days and lives with those we love and experiences to treasure.
Last year was my year of bravery. I shaved off all of my hair for my birthday. It was freeing and light and was like the world’s burdens had been lifted off of my shoulders. Now of course I am trying to grow out with some semblance of normalcy!
My birthday is Sunday. This year is my year of adventure and learning. My farm is ready to really increase food production with experiments, new gardens, and my greenhouse. I am registered for school in the fall. But before everything gets really amped up, we are going on a ten day trip through New Mexico and Arizona.
We will be staying with our dear, dear friends, Monte and Erik, whom we haven’t seen since they moved away over three years ago. My friend from high school (26 years since I have seen her) is down there, as is one of Doug’s (30 years), and my wonderful Great-Aunt Lila. I have never been to Arizona and I am excited to see the land and the people. There are restaurants, parks, and museums to discover! Sun to soak up! Glasses of wine to clink with dear ones. The overnights to and from Arizona in New Mexico I look forward to and always savor. Chimayo is calling me. So, for the next ten days I will be reporting to you from the fabulous Southwest with inspirations, ideas, and life.
Our city has a bad reputation. It has for as long as I remember growing up in Denver. It was ranked one of the most dangerous cities to live in. Some of the locals scratch their heads and wonder where they get their numbers from. Some want to move to greener pastures…like California. Because of the astonishing statistics here in Pueblo, we got a house for the price of a cardboard box in Denver. There is an exciting revitalization going on here. And as in most cases of any city, the crime seems to be concentrated in one area. So, you don’t buy on the east side. Unless you want a really cute old house for thirty thousand dollars. Then go for it. Because this is the city to be if you want to live in Colorado.
One of my downfalls is that I am a homebody vagabond. I want a home to create and decorate and garden and be cozy in but I am always looking for the next home. The next city. The next farm. This drives my husband crazy. But there are not two people on this earth more grateful for their own home than me and Doug. So for the first time I am settling in.
This town has everything Doug and I wanted. And we wanted the impossible. Can we be walking distance to Chinese food and the grocery store, a bike ride from the library and the coffee shop, live near a lake, have a view, be close to the mountains, live in a warmer climate, have an urban farm, be within practical driving distance from the kids and our work, live in a beautiful place, be near theater and fine dining but also be near farms and a quick jaunt to vacation spots? Can we have it for next to nothing?
$89,000 later and I need a bicycle because all of those things came to be in this small/big town of ours. We tried to get our kids down here but the statistics still scare most folks off. We haven’t heard of or seen anything that wouldn’t be happening in any other city. We have found friendly folks, beautiful sunrises over lakes and hiking trails, flocks of geese, fine dining on the river, and home. We have been here a year now. What a lovely place to call home.
A road trip is always a fun adventure and we were happy to be headed out on one!
The scenery was beautiful as we drove two hours from Aurora to Wyoming. The beautiful red dirt, ornate rock formations, and green grassy hills set against the mountains were heavenly.
Laramie was there before we knew it. One night at the Best Western was reserved. We quickly dropped our things off in our rooms and headed back to the car!
First stop was Roxie’s for lunch. They had a terrific menu, and though a little pricey, the food was great. Our server was from Elizabeth, knew our daughter, Shyanne, and grew up next door to Shyanne’s boyfriend, Jake. It was definitely a small world moment!
We walked around downtown and admired the buildings from the western 1800’s and turn of the century.
I wonder if I will ever stop shopping for wood cook stoves. I wonder if we will ever get a homestead again.
We stopped in this lovely apothecary. I love that everywhere we go more and more apothecaries are coming up.
Next stop was the Laramie Plains Museum.
A residence for a small family, then a boarding school for girls, this mansion is an impressive collection of period furnishings and décor.
These wide pianos were throughout the house.
One can tell that music was a big part of entertainment back them.
I bet they threw some lively parties!
So much pride and detail went into building and design. These old houses and museums that Doug and I visit are masterpieces in art. The quickly built, same as the next houses of today will never come close to the loveliness of even the most simple home from these time periods.
I wonder if Bill Nye, the science guy, named himself after the real Bill Nye?
This style was in both museums we visited yesterday. The wall paper design ends a foot from the ceiling, a similar pattern is carried to the ceiling, and a slightly contrasting paper covers the ceiling.
This was our lovely guide, Skylar. She is a middle school honor student that volunteers her time to lead folks through this beautiful place.
Built in shelves and hutches always catch my eye!
Another wood cook stove….
The sink is original to the house. One could do a lot of dishes or wash a baby comfortably in this sink!
30 pounds of butter, anyone? I have seen butter churns but not one in a barrel form. I thought this piece was very interesting.
The refrigerator was a built in hutch with a screened bottom. Ice was placed below the hutch and it kept everything in the cupboard cold. Here, Skylar models the lined flour bins that held a hundred pounds or more of flour!
This staircase is like the one in Santa Fe that was built without nails or supports. It is a gorgeous staircase and one that we had to come down dramatically.
A collection of dresses from the 1950’s boarding school era. I wore my grandmother’s pink dress to prom that looked very similar to the green one!
The desk is the oldest piece in the house. It is from the 1700’s.
This shower cost the equivalent of $10,000 but was only used twice due to the very poor water pressure!
Upstairs held a collection of this and that. Old remedies, a barber chair, large paintings, and more history…
These paintings inspire me to paint.
The borders on them are painted.
Skylar then took us outdoors to see a very old schoolhouse that was moved to the property.
Then I am afraid we went behind bars…
We went and toured the Territorial Prison where the likes of Butch Cassidy spent time.
This was the law enforcer’s office.
The large kitchen that fed the inmates was light and beautiful.
Minnie’s story struck me as quite sad. A young woman and her husband were ambushed and framed for murder by their neighbor who wanted their land. She spent five years in prison, and her husband was there for ten years. All because of a horrible neighbor!
This young man’s story struck me as well for how young he looks. He was twenty-one and was caught forging a check. Was his family hungry? Was he an outlaw? He was released after three years.
The prison was restored but the ghosts of the past still wander the halls.
Outside our car awaited…
But we couldn’t find our horses.
It was then that Doug and Rodney joined up with a local gang.
We ended the action filled day with karaoke and went to bed rather late!