Desert Harbor Retreat — The Setting

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Our stay at Desert Harbor Resort was a Christmas gift from Laurie’s parents, and we scheduled our stay for our 32nd wedding anniversary. Desert Harbor Resort is run by Raymond and his wife Wesley. Guests stay in a small house up the hill from the main house nestled below undulating cliffs among the juniper and piñon trees. The nightly rate includes breakfast, and guest have the option of ordering dinners as well. Guests can also get life counseling, time in a hot tub, and schedule messages for additional fees. There is a labyrinth guests can walk in and then sit in the center and meditate. On the other side of the cliffs the porch faces is a covered lookout, with a chair and a hammock, overlooking a canyon where one can relax, read or meditate. There are also trails for hiking in the canyon and beyond.

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Guesthouse

 

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Laurie drawing a selfie

 

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hot tub

 

 

 

 

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Laurie drawing the cliffs from the porch swing

 

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View of the cliffs from the porch

 

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Interior of the guest house
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Laurie modeling her new dress
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Interior view looking towards kitchen and bath area
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Laurie modeling her new pants and sweater

 

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The labyrinth

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view of the east side of the Sandias from the guest house
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Raymond set chairs on top of a cliff for us to watch the sunset
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The sunset from the chair on the edge of a cliff
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Laurie sketching the sunset
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Cliffs after sunset
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View looking west from the cliff after the sun had set

Urban Olympics

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Urban Warriors

After a week of lectures on Medieval Mystics and Masters that kept us out late every night, I ended the week photographing the Urban Olympics put on by a downtown charter school. Various professional offices and other businesses put teams together to compete in silly events, such as mop javalin throwing, toilet plunger toss, a rely race that included a mad dash in high heels  — tag the rider for the tricycle slalom — tag the backward skateboard racer — tag the office chair drag racer — and lastly, tag the tricyclist for the final speed run. There was waterboarding, a 100 yard dash, urban bowling with orange barrels and shopping carts, water fights, and other events. Cherry/See/Reames Architects, who shares office space with ARC, and one of our staff members participated in the event.

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Mop Javalin Toss

 

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Crash and burn on a backward skateboard

 

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Eying the competition

 

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Macho, Macho Man

 

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Toilet Plunger Toss

 

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Waterboarding

 

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Medieval Egyptian dragon costume design

 

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Digging it

 

Infidel Lumberjack

 

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Since we are having branches that have been piling up around the property for the past couple of years chipped, I finally got around to cutting down an old, diseased peach tree that we are not going to irrigate this season because of water restrictions. I was going to cut down the tree with a chainsaw, but the chain come off sawing on the first branch. Since it’s a real pain to put the chain back on the chainsaw, I got a bow saw and discovered I could saw through the branches very quickly, and had the tree cut down by hand in 30 minutes — not much longer than it would have taken me to put the chain back on the chainsaw once I gathered up all the tools and got the chain back on and adjusted properly. Whenever I cut down trees, I can’t help thinking about Monty Python’s “Lumberjack Song.”

Laurie put the finishing touches on the catio, including trying to clean the calcium carbonate from water seeping out of the swamp cooler over the years. She was really cute scraping on the glass. The last photo shows the finished catio. The large box leaning against the bonsai shelves has my darkroom sink in it.

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Gigi gets her Freedom

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A few of the young people in our lives are as tattered and torn as old maps cracked and crumbling on the edges. Fortunately, Gigi was able to throw off a few of those ragged edges yesterday, as we helped he move out of her own, giving her much-needed freedom.

Since we got our 1982 Ford F100 back in service, it’s been quite useful the last couple weekends hauling off junk and moving Gigi. Does anyone recognize the useful feature on our truck in the last photo? They have have not been available on cars and trucks for many years.

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