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Bigly Bridge Near Taos

One of the fabulous sights we saw on our Taos vacation was a sight we didn’t know existed until we got there: The Rio Grande Gorge Bridge. It sits 650 feet above the Rio Grande, connecting a highway. Sidewalks are provided for walking across the bridge.

The first thing Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day and my Halloween-colors Tie o’ the Day had to do when we stopped on the bridge to take photos was, of course, to strike the pose of all folks having their pic taken above water: pretend to dive into the whatever-body-of-water it is. Suzanne’s thumb also managed to do the dive pose for the photo, right along with Bow Tie.

We were all enjoying the spectacular views, and suddenly Bow Tie found this suicide crisis call box. We were reminded that for some people a phenomenal bridge and a river can look like a way out of indescribable pain. I was sad the box was necessary, but glad it was there for someone in such desperate pain.

I stood on The Chesapeake Bay Bridge in Maryland on the night of January 7, 2000. I was done. As I waited for whatever I was waiting for before I jumped, the bridge and the bay and the sky came together in such a way that I felt almost lightning-struck by the scene’s elegance. Its beauty called me back to solid ground. I didn’t want to miss this. I can’t explain it beyond that.

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Reserved Parking

When we first got to our resort in Taos, we pulled up into the one remaining parking space. I swung open my rental car door to go check in, and a dark pink hair Bow Tie o’ the Day was waiting on the gravel to greet me. Coincidence? I think not. It was a cosmic sign that Taos was exactly where we were supposed to be: This is the place! Or, at least, this is the parking space!

I’ll post a couple of Taos sights and our Taos review tomorrow, and then the neckwear can move on to other misadventures.

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I Found A Car In The Airport Terminal

At the ABQ airport, while chasing Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day around, I found a lowrider on display which spoke to my artistic bent. It’s a ’47 Chevrolet Fleetline, and it happens to be in the Lowrider Hall of Fame, according to the plaque by its display. Dandy paint job! I would love to have seen it jump though.

As much as I like being on vacation, when it’s time to go home, I just want to get there. Apparently, I was so excited to be heading home at the ABQ airport that I did a neckwear two-fer— by wearing a plaid, wood, magnet Bow Tie o’ the Day on my t-shirt AND a Breast Cancer Awareness Month Tie o’ the Day around my neck.

Hey, I’m gonna tie up our Taos visit in tomorrow’s posts if at all possible, and I’ll give you our all-around opinion about the place. Hint: Taos is kind of a “meh,” but kind of a do-over.

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A Scamp On The Loose

When we were at the Albuquerque airport, waiting to board the plane for our flight home, Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day kept me hopping. (It’s a good thing I’m a Delta Rabbit and am skilled at hopping.) Bow Tie was here, there, and everywhere. It refused to sit still and read a book or otherwise relax while waiting for our flight time.

The airport happened to be hosting a display of prize-winning lowriders. I was lucky to nab Bow Tie before it leaped into this incredibly modified white Impala. And then, suddenly, Bow Tie took $20 out of my pocket and bought lottery tickets to share with us. We won a whole $2, which means I only lost $18 on Bow Tie’s attempt for us to become wealthy.

I think Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day’s fave thing to do at the ABQ airport was play cowbow tie on the saddle we found at the front of an airport restaurant. But this episode made me very sad because Bow Tie’s saddle adventure caused me to deeply miss My Saddle Purse, which I don’t bring with me on my bigly air travels— due to space considerations. I near ’bout wept with purse-sickness.

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My Wallet Lost Weight

Bow Tie o’ one Day in Taos has been in my collection for almost two years, but I think this is the first time I have actually worn it. It was formed in hard plastic, on a 3D printer. It clips on to a shirt button. Very modern.

As Suzanne and I art gallery-hopped in Taos, we ran across this shop. Gems, fossils, jewelry, art pieces. I tried to point Suzanne in any other direction, and hope she didn’t see the place. Alas! She had seen the shop and was headed straight to its front door before I could distract her. I knew it would be my doom, and it was.

As we were perusing the jewelry, we came upon a section of amber creations. Suzanne said, “I love amber.” Now let me be clear to all you readers: I have known Suzanne since September of 1983, and I have never heard her say anything about feeling one way or the other about amber. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her even say the word “amber” in all those years— not even in reference to the amber crayon in the bigly Crayola crayon box.

But if she truly likes amber, there’s a lot of Suzanne-doesn’t-have-any-amber to make up for. Suzanne deserves whatever she wants, so before I could think logically with my wallet’s brain, I said, “Let me buy you some amber jewelry.” Slap my mouth, wouldja!

Long story, short. Suzanne picked out an amber pendant the same size as my truck engine. And she also walked away with two rings with amber stones— because she couldn’t decide which of the two rings she liked more. I think her inability to decide was a trick. And why do I think it was a trick? Because she found a nifty purse at another shop the same day, but she couldn’t decide between two different colors of the same purse. Yes, I got both of them for her. And it made me happy and poor to do it.

FYI for Suzanne only: I know you bought me stuff too while we were on vacay. My TIE O’ THE DAY readers know better than to think you are playin’ me for my millions. 😉

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DisneyTaosLand

We planned our vacay to Taos kinda last-minute, so we had slim pickins’ for our accommodations. Thus, our condo was not as bigly as we’d normally choose. It was nice, but tiny. We walked in the door to see nary a bed. And you know what that means: Murphy bed! It turned out to be relatively comfy. No complaints from us.

But Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day had never seen such a thing as a Murphy bed before. To Bow Tie, it was an amusement park ride. When we were in the room, Bow Tie did nothing but open the doors, pull down the bed, jump on the bed, push up the bed, close the doors. Over and over and over again. Yes, I admit that on a few occasions I just put the bed up and closed the doors with Bow Tie still playing on it. We deserved a little peace, thank you very much.

I guess we can’t really complain about Bow Tie’s Murphy bed antics. Playing on a Murphy bed in Taos was a lot cheaper than spending a week in Disneyworld.

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I Dozed Off Too

Apparently, I napped on the flight from ABQ to SLC too, with help from Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day. I was probably dreaming of a certain painting I found in Taos. When Suzanne saw how much I was drawn to it in the art gallery, she immediately bought it for me. I can’t wait for the painting to show up at our doorstep. TIE O’ THE DAY will post a photo of my prize as soon as it gets in the house.

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Shhhhh!

On the flight from ABQ to SLC last night, Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day was exhausted from our Taos, NM vacation. The little, linen bow tie soul simply curled up on the snack tray in front of me and snored contentedly until we landed.

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Set In Stone

Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day really liked a Taos art gallery we found which specialized in jewelry and other art pieces created with gems and fossils. Bow Tie surprised us all by asking the gallery owners for permission to get this close to the art. I’m so proud. My Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day is finally growing up.