Where in the World are Renee and Chris

I am borrowing shamelessly from VS by posing this riddle for Baboons to consider.

We are not in ND.  We are at an elevation of 6200 ft., but the only mountains are far in the distance. The air wherever we walk  is filled with the smell of roasting meat and vegetables, as well as burning herbs and wood smoke.  It is  center of art and culture. Nearby there are 4000 to 5000 visiting archeologists. It has been a center of government for centuries.

Where do you think we are?

41 thoughts on “Where in the World are Renee and Chris”

  1. Shoot, I think you may even have mentioned where you were planning to go a while back, but the memory… I’ll join Bill in the SW – Sedona?

    OT: So far we’ve only gotten a few inches, but I hear freezing rain on the window and there’s lightening.

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  2. Define ‘Mountains’? Define ‘Distance’?? 🙂
    My first thought was Peru too. But yeah, SW could certainly apply.

    Kinda ugly around here; maybe 5″ snow, freezing rain, slippery, Thunder and lightning. Public schools closed again. College open but many instructors out. And WINDY!
    Be careful if you’re on the roads.

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    1. Judging from the “icing” on top of the birdbath cake, I’d say our accumulation of snow is in the neighborhood of six inches. It’s looking mighty wintry out there.

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  3. Well, that was short and sweet. Now that the riddle has been solved, we can all ignore the blog for the rest of the day – or not. Anyone have any ideas for what to talk about on this beautiful springlike day in Minnesota?

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    1. I actually got up early this morning and hit the roads before there was too much traffic. It’s really really quiet here in my building at work and I really really like it.

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  4. Let’s talk about how people forgot how to drive in winter weather already. 🙂
    Kinda quiet here at the college.
    I kinda wanted to just stay home. Kinda wanted to just let daughter stay home. But as windy as it is and with scattered power outages, didn’t want to do that either.

    And I’m still thinking about this outdoor show we’re supposed to do tonight. Wait and see what the weather does I guess.

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    1. All I can say, Ben, if you’re considering an outdoor show in Rochester tonight 1) Rochester must be lot farther from St, Paul than I realized, or 2) you guys are a lot hardier and tougher than me, or 3) you’re nuts!

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      1. We’ve cancelled thank you very much.
        Although one actor kinda argued “It’s just cold and wet; we’re in cars. What’s the problem?”
        The problem is the waiting outside between cars. The problem is one actors actual dress suit or the two actors dressed as clowns with full makeup. Or the character that gets dragged out of a car and across the ground.
        So yeah, we cancelled.

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  5. I’m glad I don’t have to go anywhere until next Wednesday. The twins have yet another snow day so I will be hanging out with them some while their mom studies. It’s a good day, in my opinion, to stay inside and snuggle on the couch or do other warm activities like drink hot cocoa. I’m glad I did my every-other-day walk yesterday before the snow came.

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    1. Ooh, that sounds good. Since you’re the one with the most inspiration at the moment, you go first, Renee. I’m still contemplating how I’m going to deal with moving my car without changing out of my sandals.

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      1. I had Three sister’s soup today, corn, squash and beans. We also found out about chimayo chilis, which are said to make the best enchilada sauce. We can get seeds to grow next year.

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    1. I feel your pain, Joanne.

      OT – I must at some time have googled “polymer clay” as a result of some comment by Jacque here on the trail. I just received an email from Amazon suggesting that I might be interested in some. Similarly, quite some time ago, tim had provided a link to something or another on the trail, and I had clicked it. Turned out to be a link to a loofah back scrubber. For quite sometime after that adds for loofah back scrubbers kept popping up on my feed on Facebook.

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        1. Not exactly sure what cream horn molds are (assuming some sort of mold for baking?), but I’m not about to google them as I don’t want my feed full of ads for them. 🙂

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  6. OT – Should have posted this yesterday, but didn’t. I guess I could back and post it, but who all would see it? So here it is:

    Don’t Go Into the Library
    Alberto Ríos, 1952

    The library is dangerous—
    Don’t go in. If you do

    You know what will happen.
    It’s like a pet store or a bakery—

    Every single time you’ll come out of there
    Holding something in your arms.

    Those novels with their big eyes.
    And those no-nonsense, all muscle

    Greyhounds and Dobermans,
    All non-fiction and business,

    Cuddly when they’re young,
    But then the first page is turned.

    The doughnut scent of it all, knowledge,
    The aroma of coffee being made

    In all those books, something for everyone,
    The deli offerings of civilization itself.

    The library is the book of books,
    Its concrete and wood and glass covers

    Keeping within them the very big,
    Very long story of everything.

    The library is dangerous, full
    Of answers. If you go inside,

    You may not come out
    The same person who went in.

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  7. Stream of consciousness…
    When I think of Santa Fe, I think of Kit Carson, who has associations with not only Santa Fe but also Taos and Albuquerque. When I think of Kit Carson, I think of “Kit Carson’s Ride”, a Lochinvar-like ballad that was popular in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. It was written by Joachim (Cincinnatus Hiner) Miller, who styled himself the Poet of the Sierras. Joachim Miller was a really interesting and colorful character of the early west. He ended up toward the end of the nineteenth century in the Bay area, living in the hills above Oakland on a piece of land he called “The Hights” His property is preserved there as Joaquin Miller Park.

    Here’s a more lengthy treatment of Miller, if anyone is curious:
    http://www.cowboypoetry.com/miller.htm

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    1. Husband, whose mother’s maiden name was Carson, says he will never forgive Kit Carson for destroying the Navaho’s peach trees.

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