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The Georgia O’Keeffe Museum

The Georgia O'Keeffe Museum

In Santa Fe, we visited the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum.

Bob was not at all thrilled.

I insisted.

One hour of culture won’t kill him.

Or maybe it will, but I was willing to risk it.

It turns out, though, that you need a reservation to get in.

We didn’t have a reservation.

Bob tried very hard not to show his glee.

However, the museum lady said that they often have space for extra people.

I was only third in line, and she was sure she could squeeze me in.

Bob didn’t want to take a spot from someone who really did want to go.

So he took off for a coffee shop while I toured the museum.

We both ended up having a great time.

Georgia O’Keeffe was not only an amazing artist, she was also a very inspiring person.

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for,” is a quote that resonates with me.

Bob got out of going to the museum, but he didn’t get out of listening to me talk about it.

Although he probably wasn’t listening to me either.

If you ever get to Santa Fe, you’ve got to check out the Georgia O’Keeffe museum.

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The Greatest Road Closure Ever

The greatest road closure ever


We wanted to drive down the Million Dollar Highway.

The starting point is in the tiny town of Ouray, Colorado.

We arrived just after 8:00 am.

Unfortunately, access to the highway was closed from 8:00 to noon for work on the power lines.

We had a couple of hours to kill.

Ouray has hot springs we could have soaked in.

But they weren’t open to the public that early in the morning.

They also have ATVs to rent to explore the countryside.

But they also weren’t available that early in the morning.

We decided to go for a hike.

There’s a river and a waterfall, and you can hike to the top of the canyon to look down on it.

Off we went.

At the very, very, very top, there’s a bridge that you can walk on to cross the gorge.

It’s metal with an open weave so that you can see the view while you cross.

“We don’t have to do this,” Bob said kindly.

He knows I’m afraid of heights.

“I didn’t climb all the way up here to not cross that bridge,” I said, “I’m doing it.”

Setting my eyes on a spot on the other side, I plowed forward, refusing to look out or down.

I made it!

Bob laughed and said that now I have to go back.

Again, I set my eyes on a spot on the other side and plowed forward, refusing to look out or down.

I’m not sure, but I think I may have died of fright just a little bit.

A few other hikers had approached the bridge by that time.

“Don’t mind me,” I said to them, slightly crazed with fear, “I’m terrified of heights.”

They all cheered because I did it anyway.

I now have some new best friends.

It was the greatest road closure ever.

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