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Well, the wife and I tend to travel for our birthdays every year. My wife and mother-in-law have a day and a few years separating theirs, so they always spend them together. This year would be no different, and with them living in Kansas City we chose Red River, NM as a good meeting point as it was about a 12 hour drive for both of us (though they made it in 9.5 driving the twin turbo Stealth).
When we first got into town we met some locals. There were 4 deer that were just cruising around town with out a care in the world.
My father-in-law and I played a little golf, I was all proud that I was beating him till I realized I had our scores backwards... Oh well, still only lost by 5 strokes after stringing together a back nine full of bogies and pars; even tossed a birdie in there.
Holes like this one always kick my butt, but I love to play em.
On the way back from the golf course we decided to do some exploring. Bobcat Canyon Trail was our selection as it offered a through route back into Red River, coming from Angel Fire. We ran into a few more locals.
The scenery here was amazing, the photos speak from themselves. I had to take a few poser shots though.
This one may just become my avatar soon...
I was itching to play a little, this was all that could be found.
We finished up the trail and ran back to the cabin, snatched up the wives and went back for another run of the trail, a bbq, and campfire. Kalah was taking some photos now, and she is much better at it than I am.
Guess she was checking me out... No idea she took this one.
The sunset was gorgeous, sadly my camera phone couldn't capture it.
The wind was whipping around pretty good and kept blowing out the camp grill, this was our solution.
The way back was going to be a cold one with no top on the Jeep and temps dropping to the low 40s. The girls had planned ahead and cocooned up in the back seat.
The next day we set out to catch some dinner. I caught two small guys that needed to grow up a bit before they hit the dinner plate. Kalah grabbed a pole while I was switching over to fly fish and snatched a VERY small keeper. I would have liked to toss him back but he'd swallowed the hook so deep that he was a goner; thus he hit the dinner plate.
Kalah gets the award for best dressed fisherman.
More fishing shots.
One of my small guys.
When we first got into town we met some locals. There were 4 deer that were just cruising around town with out a care in the world.
My father-in-law and I played a little golf, I was all proud that I was beating him till I realized I had our scores backwards... Oh well, still only lost by 5 strokes after stringing together a back nine full of bogies and pars; even tossed a birdie in there.
Holes like this one always kick my butt, but I love to play em.
On the way back from the golf course we decided to do some exploring. Bobcat Canyon Trail was our selection as it offered a through route back into Red River, coming from Angel Fire. We ran into a few more locals.
The scenery here was amazing, the photos speak from themselves. I had to take a few poser shots though.
This one may just become my avatar soon...
I was itching to play a little, this was all that could be found.
We finished up the trail and ran back to the cabin, snatched up the wives and went back for another run of the trail, a bbq, and campfire. Kalah was taking some photos now, and she is much better at it than I am.
Guess she was checking me out... No idea she took this one.
The sunset was gorgeous, sadly my camera phone couldn't capture it.
The wind was whipping around pretty good and kept blowing out the camp grill, this was our solution.
The way back was going to be a cold one with no top on the Jeep and temps dropping to the low 40s. The girls had planned ahead and cocooned up in the back seat.
The next day we set out to catch some dinner. I caught two small guys that needed to grow up a bit before they hit the dinner plate. Kalah grabbed a pole while I was switching over to fly fish and snatched a VERY small keeper. I would have liked to toss him back but he'd swallowed the hook so deep that he was a goner; thus he hit the dinner plate.
Kalah gets the award for best dressed fisherman.
More fishing shots.
One of my small guys.
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