After going with Karen to her office, I took her car and headed toward the mountains, specifically to the Three Gun Spring Trail in Sandia Mountain Wilderness. Karen got her exercise the first thing this morning by going for a run while I had my coffee.
It was a glorious day. Bright, clear, cool in the 40s, but not so cold that I needed a jacket or gloves. Only a little snow remained on the ground from last week’s storm. Albuquerque and Boulder are at exactly the same elevation — 5400 feet — but Albuquerque is, of course, further south and therefore somewhat warmer.
The trail was wonderful, but one of the hardest to follow in my life. It was only supposed to be about 4 miles round trip to the spring. But the sign for the turnoff was wrong and I went at least a half mile too far before encountering two people who told me that. In fact, they — Greg from the university and his daughter Airie (spelling?) who was visiting from L.A. — walked down the trail with me and pointed me in the right direction. Then, I missed the overgrown trail to the spring several times before finally finding it at 3:30 — with just enough light to get back to Karen’s car before dark.
But even then I somehow came back out of the wilderness a half-mile from where I had parked. Still, all those extra footsteps were just a little more of the exercise that I needed.