As we arrived to Albuquerque, New Mexico, I got my first glimpse to the southwest state. It was dry, similar to Arizona, but it was much warmer and the fields and mountains weren’t nearly as red but more of a light brown shade. It was a shade that almost told a story of dark times and of the natives that had been here for centuries.
A few days before, I remembered that one of my favorite people, Kylie, who I had worked with the year prior in San Marino lived in Albuquerque. I messaged her and let her know I would be there for a couple days and right away she answered and sweetly offered to take me hiking!
My family and I had only planned on being in New Mexico for two days before we would drive towards Texas. The first day we arrived, I crashed and just relaxed in the hotel room mostly because I felt the beginnings of cold hitting me.
The next day, Kylie picked me up in the morning and we headed to the hiking trail of Tent Rocks Canyon Trail.
After the great hikes I had had in Arizona, I was really excited for a new hiking trail and catching up with an old friend.
On the way to the trail, Kylie gave me an insight on what it was like to leave here in New Mexico and she answered a lot of questions I had about living near Native American plantations.
Like many people, I have a deep respect for Native Americans. I’m sadden by what their history entails and how unfair it was and has continued to be for them. For so many of them their land was ripped away from them and they’ve been left to live in poverty for hundreds of years.
In the car ride, I got a better understanding on what it was like to be around the plantations, in a place where the benefits for natives were low and how many of them would spend all their lives in those areas. It was very sad and heartbreaking to hear.
It was also very eye opening for me to learn more and actually drive by some of the plantations.
Tent Rocks Canyon Trail
After about thirty minutes, we arrived to Tent Rocks. Kylie told me that the rock formations here were really unique and rare and the closest thing to them were somewhere in Turkey.
We managed in the warm heat of the early day to hike up the gorgeously shaped mountains. Unlike Arizona, these trails were sandier and more beige in color. We climbed up and down small valleys and at some points, we were basically just rock climbing.
As we reached the top overlooking an amazing view and ate some fruits, we caught up on what had happened to us after we had left each other in San Marino last June. As soon as I had met Kylie last summer in Assisi, I knew I had found a kindred spirit, she was hilarious and wasn’t afraid to be herself and I had really admired that about her.
We sat there chatting and as I looked at the view, it was almost jaw dropping how beautiful the place was, it was almost like the earth was trying to build its own natural castle and beyond the mountains you could see for miles of what was a small part of New Mexico.
These places had once belonged to the natives and they had treated it with care and respect and it was a sad story to hear how it all turned out. This place held for a good place to stop and remember that so that we could try to build a better future so it never happens again.
After we had taken some pictures, we headed back down the small caves and tunnels and we got in the car to grab some local food.
Kylie took me to get some classic New Mexican burritos in one of her favorite breakfast places. The burrito was filled with potatoes, spices and was absolutely delicious.
She dropped me off afterwards and it was kinda sad to say goodbye but I knew one day we would see each other again.
Catching up with her had been great and hearing about all the things she had accomplished in her life and all the thing she was setting out to do really inspired me and made me like I could accomplish things too. I really want to thank her for taking the time out to come hang out with me and show me her world here in New Mexico.
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