Before you came along, we were content to go to Grandma's, either one in Idaho or one in Illinois, but once we broke that pattern with Hawaii, all bets were off. Figured the grandparents could continue coming to Denver, but it was time to expand our horizons, so we bought a timeshare just outside Vail, Colorado when you were a six weeks old. Then when you were a ripe old three months, we scheduled our first exchange and headed out for Ruidoso, New Mexico.
It was October, and the livin' was easy. Meaning it was off season and little to no traffic as we headed down the highway still on the eastern side of the Rockies. Well no traffic except for all the Tarantulas that scampered across the highway in front of the car. Luckily they weren't hard to spot and slow down for as they were the size of an ADULT HAND! Evidently our trip just happened to coincide with the annual Tarantula migration of the greater Southwest (males only, kinda like a regional bachelor party).
Not a great omen for the girls in the car, but the guys seemed energized by the spider extravaganza once we crossed the border into New Mexico. At least there weren't any critters in the hotel and we had a great week with assorted day trips.
The day that stands out as a highlight was the one when we meandered over to the stunning Inn Of The Mountain Gods and took the family horseback riding on the Mescalero Apache Indian Reservation. As it was off season, we ended up being the only ones there, so the Indian guides were able to focus on us. Maybe they were channeling Geronimo that day, because those Apache braves seemed to be enjoying a decidedly strong adrenaline rush. It was a wild ride, and we raced up and down the hills, free as the wind. You and I doubled up and had the ride of our lives. You haven't seemed particularly interested in horses ever since. Coincidence?
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