Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago
The afternoon sun painted our adobe walls with that familiar golden glow as Paulette and I laced up our walking shoes for another adventure on the Santa Fe Rail Trail. At eighty-something years young, I've learned to appreciate the simple pleasures—and there's nothing quite as simple or as pleasurable as a four-mile walk in our beloved Santa Fe New Mexico on a day when the sky seems to stretch forever and the high desert air carries promises of afternoon thunderstorms.
July 19th, 2025, was one of those days that reminds you why we fell in love with this ancient city nestled in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. The thermometer read a toasty 84 degrees, but that cooling north breeze—the kind that whispers secrets from the Colorado peaks—made it feel like nature's own air conditioning. As we stepped out of Casa Santa Fe, our summer retreat that's become so much more than a seasonal escape, I couldn't help but pause and drink in the view that never gets old.
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The afternoon sun painted our adobe walls with that familiar golden glow as Paulette and I laced up our walking shoes for another adventure on the Santa Fe Rail Trail. At eighty-something years young, I've learned to appreciate the simple pleasures—and there's nothing quite as simple or as pleasurable as a four-mile walk in our beloved Santa Fe New Mexico on a day when the sky seems to stretch forever and the high desert air carries promises of afternoon thunderstorms.
July 19th, 2025, was one of those days that reminds you why we fell in love with this ancient city nestled in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. The thermometer read a toasty 84 degrees, but that cooling north breeze—the kind that whispers secrets from the Colorado peaks—made it feel like nature's own air conditioning. As we stepped out of Casa Santa Fe, our summer retreat that's become so much more than a seasonal escape, I couldn't help but pause and drink in the view that never gets old.
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