We drove out today with our sleds to slide down the dunes.
We found these tracks, can you tell what they are? Who wears high heels to visit the sand dunes?
I don't even want to meet the people who have complained about the static discharge from the boardwalk. Isn't providing them a giant, handicap access boardwalk into the national park enough, do they really need it to be static free? That said, it was really, really static-y. Of course we spent the next 20 minutes shocking each other.
Then we drove into Alamogordo for lunch and the zoo.
We took a day trip to El Paso, Texas today. We went to the El Paso Saddle Blanket Company, Lin's Buffet (famous for all the wrong reasons, though we didn't find out till later. The food was really good), the Ysleta del Sur Pueblo Cultural Center (museum was closed, manager went for tacos we were told by a vendor), Ysleta del Sur Pueblo Mission, the El Paso History Museum, the El Paso Museum of Science, a Korean grocery, Chico's Taco's and finally a Posada at St. Anthony's Seminary. All-in-all, not a bad day for 7 people in one car and Opal is just two months old.
Coral had a blast with the thermal imaging camera.
And we all enjoyed the big 15 foot tesla coil demonstration
After the science museum we went out to the Asian market for goodies and then back into El Paso where we had time for a quick dinner before the Posada. We followed up our now controversial lunch selection with a controversial dinner selection, Chico's Taco's. (We didn't know any of this stuff, we were really just winging it, both Lin's and Chico's Tacos)
Then we headed over to St. Anthony's Seminary for a Spanish Posada (meaning that it was all in Spanish, we needed direcciones so we called the number and the person who answered the phone didn't speak English). We didn't know what a Posada was either, but if pinata's were involved we figured it was probably casual enough that we could blend. Next year we will be better prepared.
Steph checked the list of local happenings for the weekend and what do you know there was a feast this weekend, just 10 minutes from our house, in Tortugas. We went last night at the end of the procession. The people participating in the procession carried yucca stalks, with little crosses on top.
This morning we went back and there were two separate dances going on, one Pueblo style dance and one Matachine dance.
We watched the Pueblo Style dancing first
Here are some of the masks that the dancers wore.
Then we went to check out the Matachine dancing.
After the morning dancing there was the feast, carne adovada, beans, bread, meatballs, and macaroni and cheese, for desert biscochitos and coke.
Here we are waiting to get into the Casa de Comida.
While we were waiting in line, a few of the little old ladies came over to see Opal, and after cooing over her made they would each make the sign of the cross on her forehead. Then the priest came over and gave her a little blessing. Coral must have been paying attention, because she started making little signs of the cross in the sand.
After lunch the dancing started again with some dancers in the church yard and others parading through the pueblo.
We are finally settled in enough that we could go get a Christmas tree.
We looked at every tree on the lot, smelled them, compared them, argued with the salesman. Maybe we are starting to savor life's little events (one can always hope).
Success! Coral was upset because Stephanie told here that the tree didn't mean that Christmas was tonight.
Just when we thought that life was calming down Opal decided to mix things up a little. She was a little flu-y and Steph took her to the clinic. The doctor told her to keep an eye on her and if it got worse to bring her back to Crownpoint. (Matt, Ruby and Coral were in Las Cruces getting the house ready)
Long story short, at 4 am the next morning Opal and Steph were on a Medivac flight from Crownpoint to the Presbyterian pediatric unit in Albuquerque. All is well now, but we are hoping this is the last crisis we have for a while.
Feeling better
This is a much nicer bed than she has at home.
Pooped and ready to go home.
In other news, we are all moved. We got all our stuff out of storage and can't, for the life of us, figure out where all this junk came from.
We had Thanksgiving with Steph's Aunts this year. Thanks Grandma Nina for hosting.
Here is Coral and her cousin Fallera.
The kids had a fun afternoon out playing in the sun. Coral with her Uncle Kelly. Coral's buns came out and left her with a goofy hair-do, not unlike a certain lady a few posts down (check out the Pueblo Pintado princess post).
We went to the Thanksgiving program at the elementary school today.
We made a compilation video of the highlights.
First is the color guard.
Then the pledge of allegiance in Navajo.
Then the kindergarten class does their interpretation of the first Thanksgiving, where the pilgrims arrive in the year 1620 to the Pueblo Pintado in a steamer ship and are saved by hunger with the gift of fry bread. It was pretty cute.
Then the 3rd graders sing "Home on the Range"
Finally Grandma Emma's Dine Club does a traditional song and dance.
Nali Dot had a special request while they were visiting, to do a tour of Canyon de Chelly.
So Sunday afternoon, Nali Dot, Nali Dale, Ruby, Coral and Matt headed to Chinle, Arizona to spend the night and get up the next morning for our tour.
Here is Spider Rock, which is an important site in Navajo mythology.
Here are the girls ready to take off in the tour jeep.
Some of the Anisazi pictographs.
These images are Navajo and Hopi, petroglyphs of Sapniards on the left and clan symbols on the right, thought to be territorial markers.
Some of the Anisazi ruins
This was our guide. He didn't even have to look to see were he was and could answer all the questions before they were finished being asked.
We got the back seat of the jeep and probably annoyed the rest of the tour group with our constant chatting.
Coral and Ruby's favorite part of the whole tour was playing in the cottonwood leaves. This is probably the first time they have been around piles of leaves, guess somethings we take for granted when the kids don't.
Giant cow pictograph. I guess every neighborhood has one of those people.