Iverson Seven

Ever since I started blogging again, I am still perpetually behind. There is always more to write about with our little family, especially since I'm not very good at simplifying our lives. My triathlon training has consumed any free time I've had. Plus soccer 5 days a week and swimming twice a week. And we are still trying to cram all that New Mexico has to offer into this year in Albuquerque. And evenings have been spent working on licensing and credentialing for Paul. So hardly any free time these days.

But today, we finished school early, giving me a few minutes to try to find housing in Richmond, coordinate details with movers, organize pictures, and finally blog. So, without further ado, I write about our long weekend in Arizona.

Months ago, when we first moved to NM, I emailed my family saying that Paul, Mark C., and I would be doing the Tough Mudder in Arizona in March. I invited any who wanted to do it with us to come to Sharee's for a fun weekend. I was so happy when Laura signed up! As March approached, she told us she would also be bringing her youngest 4 kids along. When I told my kids, it was like Christmas morning all over again. So needless to say, this trip was much anticipated.

The kids and I drove over on Wednesday afternoon. Paul was in LA, and flew into Phoenix the following morning. We spent Thursday doing a desert hike and simply being with the Castletons and my parents. That evening Laura and company arrived. Friday we mostly just enjoyed the day together, letting the kid cousins just play and party. Sharee's house has flood irrigation so they loved playing in the 'lake.'

Saturday morning, the four tough mudders, along with my parents, Paul C., and Sharee went to the race. It was fun to share the silly craziness with my sister. Paul got an awesome battle wound on electroshock therapy, and my knees gratefully gave me no trouble, despite not having run more than 4 miles in training. I think we all enjoyed it...Paul, Mark, and I already signed up for next year, and Laura is considering it ;)

That afternoon was more just talking and relaxing. It was a perfect family reunion vacation. It was so nice to get together with some of my family, allowing for more intimidate interactions and conversations without all 34 grandkids and 15 adults running about. Paul and I thought that in the future, we might lean more toward smaller family get togethers, requiring less planning and stress. It really was just so pleasant and fun.

Ever since we decided to move to Richmond, I've been thinking more about leaving Albuquerque. I am surprised by how much I'll miss it. It's a hidden jewel of a city.

For years, I said that New Mexico was my least favorite state. While living in Lubbock, I drove on I-40 across the entire state from Tucumcari to Gallup more times that I can count on our way to Oregon, Utah, or Arizona. That drive jaded my opinion of the state. I would joke that whoever named it "The Land of Enchantment" had it dead wrong. I knew there must be pretty parts somewhere, but they certainly weren't on I-40, or other parts I visited, like Clovis, Roswell, Las Cruces, or Carlsbad (minus the caverns).

When we found out we were moving here for fellowship, I had to laugh to myself (I should add, that while living in Wisconsin, Illinois became my least favorite state). I thought to myself, "Well, it serves me right for always disliking it so much." But Paul was excited for the fellowship, and I thought that for a year, we could make an adventure out of it, packing the year with as much of New Mexico as we could.

We've really done a lot this year. We've tried to do something New Mexican, outdoorsy or artsy or fun, every Saturday that Paul hasn't been on call or the kids haven't had activities.

As a family, we have:
- ridden the tram to the top of Sandia Peak and hiked around
- visited 3 of the trails for Petroglyphs National Monument
- visited the National Museum of Nuclear Science and History
- visited Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge
- hiked to Travertine Falls
- visited Meow Wolf in Santa Fe
- visited Carlsbad Caverns National Park
- sledded on the sand at White Sands National Monument
- toured the Very Large Array
- eaten pie in Pie Town
- visited family in Utah and Arizona (not New Mexican, but fun)

Without Paul, we have:
- hiked the mountains near Santa Fe to see the fall colors
- hiked the backside of Sandia Peak
- hiked along Route 66
- gone to Balloon Fiesta
- gone to the Albuquerque Bio Park (zoo, aquarium, botanical gardens)
- gone to Explora Science Museum
- visited Casa San Ysidro
- seen the Chinese Lantern Festival
- gone to Lantern Fest

Still on our to-do list, to be crammed into the next 2 1/2 months now that the weather is nice:
- Bandelier National Monument
- Bradbury Science Museum in Los Alamos
- Tent Rocks
- drive through the Gilman Tunnels
- play on the Wibit in Santa Rosa
- visit Old Town Albuquerque and the Turquoise Museum
- ride in a hot air balloon
- drive the musical section of Route 66
- ride the train from Durango, CO to Silverton, CO
- visit Mesa Verde National Park

We have less than 3 months til we leave New Mexico and lots still to do (especially since soccer currently controls our Saturday schedule, and we have two races coming up). We literally have something planned every weekend until we leave.

In the process of doing and seeing as much of New Mexico as possible, I've come to love it. I've seen its beauty. I loved its dry, sandy trails. I see the beauty in the rocks and the shallow Rio Grande that I cross daily. I love seeing the Sandia Mountains across the valley every morning. I love the perpetually sunny skies. I love the pink sand and the adobe houses. I love riding my bike down by the river and running on the mesa. I love the obsession over green and red chili. I love the mountains of northern New Mexico and the desert of the south. I love how it is sunny almost every single day. I love how the city has an active vibe, with runners and bikers filling the trails. More than anything, I love the people who have made this place so magical.

As corny as the phrase "bloom where you are planted" is, it really is true. We've lived in a handful of places that I wasn't very excited about initially, but leaving each of them has been hard. You have the ability to make the place you live magical, by loving it for what it is and exploring it and all its beauty.

I never thought that after just a year here, it would be hard to leave. Different than leaving Texas or Wisconsin, it will be difficult in its own way, for different reasons. Our #yearinabq will live in my memory as our year of adventure.