Our lives now include living at one of the nicest senior communities in the USA. Rossmoor in Walnut Creek, CA. We will still travel in the RV but not full time.

Archive for October, 2011

Artists at Poeh Pueblo.

Tito retired and became an artist and has access to PAHO art school

All sides of Tito's art tell the dance of the hunt

Another view of Tito's work

What a great experience this visit was.

Native American Art School and Museum allows the People to use the facilities and take classes

From the car we would see this all the time and I always figured I would have time to come back-almost missed that time.

Steve from Utah is now winning blue ribbons at fairs and will soon start selling his art.

You should click on the art so you can see it full size.

Met Steve, native American who learned who he wanted to be when he grew up, what an artist


My girl Izzy has a hard time walking, now, but she liked wandering into the doorways.

On one fine day we left at noon to go see Bandelier and we were side-tracked by a Pueblo we  have often driven past.  The Poeh has an art museum and incredible art instructors as well as all the tools of the art trade.  Native Americans from several Pueblos use this place to learn and to produce wonderful art.

I just wanted to take some external pictures and give the dogs a walk.  When I came around a corner, I heard power tools and saw two gentlemen sculpturing with sandblasting tools.  I asked if I might take a picture of one man working and from that moment on I was in relationship with Tito a Santa Claran.  He retired and started his art.  When I asked  how he knew he would be so good, he said he never thought about it.  His family was all artists and he just assumed he would be.

Then he introduced me to Steve who works with marble.  Steve lived in Utah with his native American wife who was in the forest service fighting fires.  They moved here when she moved up in the  service.  He decided he would try something new-and feels he has found himself.  We talked and talked.  He had a cousin in a Murtaugh in southern Idaho.  We hung out summers at the same reservoirs and outdoor places.  I think his sculptures are beyond good.  We stood around his vehicle and he shared some of his work with me while the girls sat in the shade.

I am so lucky that I meet such friendly people that share their lives with me.

Madrid, N.M. pronounced Mad rid by the locals

Russ and I enjoy Santa Fe’ in so many ways.  We love lazy mornings and then going somewhere with the “girls” for the afternoon.  So yesterday we took a drive out the main road we are staying on, Cerrillos.  Where does Cerrillos go?  Well, it goes to the town of Los Cerrillos and the little and funky town of Madrid which was once a thriving coal mining and production area with 2500 people-part of a company town.  Everyone said it was unusual and kind of cool to go see.  Of course most people know of it because of the movie “Wild Hogs”.  We found it interesting to say the least.  I went on line to read the history of it after we got back.  It was a great soft fall day-you know- the sky is that soft blue and the air caresses you.  The sun makes the fall colors sing.

The surrounding area and driving on the Turquoise Trail=which is a scenic route to Albuquerque-is rather interesting just by itself.Nothing about the town is perfect but is has great artists, people living on the very edge, and 70 hippies. Apparently Christmas is a great tradition going back to the mining days.  A huge parade.

I am adding a couple of links to web sites telling the history and what is going on.  Funky is really fun.  Great ice-cream parlor and porch to eat it on.  Old Victorians and some really run down buildings.  Some fixed up, too. No landscaping or extremely casual.   I don’t want to sound like it was not worth it, because it was a really cool place to visit.  Made me feel like those little bitsy towns as you go to the coast in Marin County.  But the mining history means a lot more buildings and art.

You really want to see the movie if you have not.

Love these right on the main street

No yards around here, just spots to sitArt?


Looks like no one loves this house

This couple were perfect for the scene

This was in the movie and the cutest 10 or 11 year old was reading an essay she had written to her family and friends.

Great paint job and really cool wool shawls.

“Full Timer” a title for living and traveling year around in your RV

A lotta peppers

Izzy and Shadow Seeking Pinochle Buddies


I have been reflecting and sharing with many of you about this unique journey.  I know it seems like I am all about site seeing and meeting people.  Boy do I enjoy that part of the Full Time RVer.  However, as I have shared with some of you, it is learning to live in the present and trusting the Universe to guide me that has made the experience devine. It has allowed me to notice  signs, signals and feelings that seem to guide me to my next place in the journey.

For example-we have not followed our original plans for spending this fall in New England.  Also, we love Santa Fe’  but staying this long came from “gut” feelings that I could not explain.  Then we tossed around wintering in Tucson or Mesa versus moving across Texas and the Gulf Coast.  Nothing felt right and I sure could not understand it.

Finally, there were the thoughts about missing my “Bay Area home”-not the house but my sister, my close friends and buddies, my church, my neighbors.  Parts of me felt the break was permanent even though I hoped I was staying open to all the possibilities.  Then Russ’s health issues arose.  A wonderful podiatrist not only advised us as to treatment-but stepped out of the box, listened to my concerns about being in an RV in Denver in cold weather and a recovering from surgery while trying to take care of everything.

She could see it would be better for me to be in Bay Area where Russ and I have the support of friends and family. Then Russ thought of Bethel Island. There are not many great RV places right in the area- this one puts us close enough, an interesting place and our RV club friends say it is a good place-and the price is right!  I think I will be able to do most of the things Russ does on the RV except for dealing with tow dolly and that will be one time.  And finally, there seems to be the recognition that we were meant to stay in the west this summer-and that being able to get to our health care providers at this time may have been why I could not commit to what was next on the journey.

Well, for me, the feeling that I can have my “Bay Area” now and in the future has cleared up.  There is a real freedom in my heart and I seem to find that reassuring.  So again, I keep learning that I am not in control, trusting that answers do come in their right time works.  I feel that Russ and I are closer than ever.  I am so glad we humans have our free choice, and I get that we make better choices with information-but I love seeing how much information is right at hand, if you just slow down and stay in the moment instead of the future.

I could take pictures of New Mexico fences all day

Autumn on Rio Grande River

Balloon Festival in Albuquerque-thrilling

The American Flag Balloon, my first to stand beside in the dark of the AM

The 10 balloons fire up in unison

This warmed me up!

Wow! Assention

Balloon festival. What a great cold early morning experience in  Albuquerque.  You get up at 3:45 and head out on the freeway with others doing the same thing.  You arrive to the most organized event you have ever been to.  Police have freeway exits set up for perfect parking control.  Handicapped parking has golf cart style pick up that takes Russ to a great bench seat.  The midway is lit up for about  1/2 mile of every kind of hot drink and junk food.  Yes I did have a Dunkin Donut!!  Also a breakfast burrito and about 3 cups of coffee which cooled down fast in the 42 degree weather.  Absolutely loved walking out in the dark, following truck lights to the 10 early balloons and standing right next to the American Flag balloon as it is inflating.  Helped to be next to the heat, too.

After the early assention I visited with people cuddled up to Russ on the bench and waited for day break.  Suddenly a couple hundred balloons were filling with air-so back out on the field among people from all over the world and of every age. ( the first day over 600 balloons went up and Albuquerque beat France for the most to assend on an opening day.)

Does anyone know how to spell “ascend”.  ?????? assend????

Getting ready at daybreak



















This was my favorite


Are we having fun yet? Yes! But I sure need to pee!

My First Golden Autumn in Years

While I have enjoyed a tree in my back yard in the fall-it is orange and gold-it is pretty exciting to drive up to 10,000 feet above Santa Fe’ and see mountains of golden aspen.  I loved it and it was only a 40 minute drive or less.  It is so interesting out here-fall comes and several plants bloom.  So there are wild purple asters and at the same time  the trees are changing colors. You also get allergies that I usually consider spring like. However, the past 3 days have been cold and cloud covered.  Looking forward to tomorrow and sunshine and the balloon festival in Albuquerque.

How's that for fall?

The girls loved the smells of the mountain

On the ski mountain under the chairs I sat by a little stream and meditated.

The day was warm, too.


Taos Indians and their incredible ancient life style

My blog today is a history lesson.  I have enjoyed everything native American on this trip, but there is nothing to match New Mexico.  There are so many tribes (and casinos), ruins, cave dwellings, stories and art.  At the end of this blog are my pictures but I went to wikipedia-and I believe the tour guide who lives at the pueblo with her children and practices the old ways-probably memorized the following to tell us on our walking tour.  However, she had charm, humor and incredible pride that made the story 10 times more interesting.  Also I met a man my age who was in Washington D.C. when I was back in “69”.  He was lobbying for his people and we think we attended some of the same hearings!  If you read the notes below you will not understand the power of loosing the blue lake where the “people” came from and go to hold spiritual rituals (That was Teddy Roosevelt building the national park system).  You will not read how the army burned down the catholic church with 100 women and children inside.  You will also not know that Obama signed the legislation that gave the “people” back their water rights which were deliberately left out when Nixon signed the land back.  Can you tell how much I love American History?????

Anyway pictures will be at the bottom of the Wikipedia lesson.


Most archeologists believe that the Taos Indians along with other Pueblo Indians settled along the Rio Grande migrated from theFour Corners region. [Flowers ,my guide says they believe they began there and did not arrive from anywhere]  The dwellings of that region were inhabited by the Anasazi, and a long drought in the area in the late 13th century may have caused them to move to the Rio Grande where the water supply was more dependable.

The history of Taos Pueblo includes the plotting of the Pueblo Revolt in 1680, a siege by U.S. forces in 1847, and the return byPresident Nixon in 1970 of the Pueblo’s 48,000 acres (190 km2) of mountain land taken by President Theodore Roosevelt and designated as the Carson National Forest early in the 20th century.[5] Blue Lake, which the people of the Pueblo traditionally consider sacred, was included in this return of Taos land. The Pueblo’s web site names the acquisition of the sacred Blue Lake as the most important event in its history due to the spiritual belief that the Taos natives originated from the lake itself. An additional 764 acres (3.09 km2) south of the ridge between Simpson Peak and Old Mike Peak and west of Blue Lake were transferred back to the Pueblo in 1996.


The North-Side Pueblo is said to be one of the most photographed and painted buildings in the Western Hemisphere. It is the largest multistoried Pueblo structure still existing. It is made of adobe walls that are often several feet thick. Its primary purpose was for defense. Up to as late as 1900, access to the rooms on lower floors was by ladders on the outside to the roof, and then down an inside ladder. In case of an attack, outside ladders could easily be pulled up.

The homes in this structure usually consist of two rooms, one of which is for general living and sleeping, and the second of which is for cooking, eating, and storage. Each home is self-contained; there are no passageways between the houses. Taos Indians made little use of furniture in the past, but today they have tables, chairs, and beds. In the Pueblo, electricity, running water, and indoor plumbingare prohibited.

The pueblo wall completely encloses the village except at the entrance as a symbol of the village boundaries. Now rather short, the wall used to be much taller for protection against surrounding tribes. The river running through the pueblo serves as the primary source for drinking and cooking water for the residents of the village. In the winter, the river never completely freezes although it does form a heavy layer of ice. Because the river moves so swiftly, the ice can be broken to obtain the fresh water beneath.

[edit]Spiritual community

Taos church photographed byAnsel Adams

Three religions are represented in the Pueblo: Christianity, the aboriginal religion, and the Native American Church. Eighty percent of the Taos Pueblo community is baptized; however, only twenty percent are practicing Roman Catholics. The majority of Taos Indians practice their still-vital, ancient indigenous religion (Taos Pueblo Public Tour; 30 July 2010). Saint Jerome, or San Geronimo, is the patron saint of the pueblo.

The deep feeling of belonging to a community, summed up in their phrase, “we are in one nest,” has held the Taos people together. Both men and women are expected to offer their services or “community duties,” when needed. One should be cooperative and never allow their own desires to be destructive of the community’s interest. One of Taos’s strongest institutions is the family. Descent on both the father and the mother’s side of the family is equally recognized. Each primary family lives in a separate dwelling so when a couple gets married, they move to their own home. With relatives so near by, everyone is available to help care for the children. The elderly teach the young the values and traditions that have been handed down, which protects the integrity of the Taos culture.

Current catholic church-gorgeous work inside-not so many of the people attend

When I took this picture I was trying to get the hair-as I knew a Navaho woman in Yuma who had this traditional style. My faux pax, however, was that I did not ask. Embarrassing



When the Church was burned down with the women and children it was not rebuilt. It became their graveyard and others have been buried there as well.




All that is left of 2nd original church with graves around.

























We are in fall and their is some rain-which the locals are so happy about-they have had a terrible drought.








Second trip to Taos “Weavers’ Festival”

Judy's booth and many clients

Judy greeting her clients in Taos, some who have collected her line at shows in other states


Please sign up to be notified of my posts.








Well by staying in Santa Fe’ we got to return to Taos and watch my llama mama friend do her thing after woven product is designed and ready to grace a woman.

I spent a few hours at the Kit  Carson park in Taos watching Judy at work.  This is my friend from the llama ranch in Wellington Colorado.  It was great to meet her clients and enjoy seeing her in action.  Actually it was not all that different from watching her teach deaf students language using cooking or an adventure.  She creates something wonderful, works on the language and feelings that go with it and sells it.  With women, they get to celebrate themselves.  Her clothes are sheer wizardry.  The clothes fit women and bring out their assets.   Plump of slim, tall or short, a pear, or an apple body-women walk away with a work of art that looks sensational on them and actually celebrates who they are.

Judy did the same with kids, teaching them to create a quilt.  The project taught sewing, drawing, color, group communication, and then in the end, they went out to organizations and raffled the quilt off.  These deaf children spoke to adult groups in understandable speech and language.  Just like women clients, Judy’s students walked away feeling good about themselves.

Vegetarian dinner out in Taos

Tag Cloud