Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
You know, there's something magical about stepping out your front door and finding yourself just a short gravel drive and road crossing away from one of New Mexico's finest outdoor treasures. At my age—well past eighty now—I've learned to appreciate the simple pleasures that keep these old bones moving, and the Santa Fe Rail Trail has become as essential to my daily routine as that first cup of coffee Paulette brews each morning.
Four to five days a week, when the high desert sun starts its afternoon dance across the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, you'll find me lacing up my well-worn hiking boots. Our ritual is beautifully simple: a quick jaunt down our gravel drive, across the road, and there she is—the Santa Fe Rail Trail stretching out like a ribbon of adventure through some of God's most spectacular country.
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You know, there's something magical about stepping out your front door and finding yourself just a short gravel drive and road crossing away from one of New Mexico's finest outdoor treasures. At my age—well past eighty now—I've learned to appreciate the simple pleasures that keep these old bones moving, and the Santa Fe Rail Trail has become as essential to my daily routine as that first cup of coffee Paulette brews each morning.
Four to five days a week, when the high desert sun starts its afternoon dance across the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, you'll find me lacing up my well-worn hiking boots. Our ritual is beautifully simple: a quick jaunt down our gravel drive, across the road, and there she is—the Santa Fe Rail Trail stretching out like a ribbon of adventure through some of God's most spectacular country.
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