Along with the warm days and green grass of summer comes one
of the best parts of living in the foothills: visitors. A few weeks ago we had
an open house cookout, but the real rush of visitors began this week with the
arrival of my niece and her roommate. I was able to take the day off yesterday
to spend a little time with them in what turned out to be a great little farm
day and a wonderful outing.
The day began at 4:45 a.m., when my boyfriend, Salt, got up for
work. The sky was just grey with light, but I knew I had a lot of chores to get
done and he would appreciate a little relief from the regular Monday morning
rituals. So, I leapt from bed to let the dogs out and start the coffee. When
the dogs came in, I gave them their medications and breakfast. Then, I went
downstairs to feed the cat and the fish. I cleaned out the cat box, then headed
out to the garage to feed the chickens in their new home.
After I waved goodbye to Salt, I made the bed and
hauled the trash and recycling down to the gate. A bright golden sun had just
risen over the horizon. It was a pretty day. We’d had a rainstorm the night
before, so I had the garden covered with shade cloth to protect it from hail.
With such a promising sunrise, and the next storm not due until evening, I tied
back the shade cloths to give the garden full sun. Then I went out to the
chicken coop to check how it was drying after the thorough cleaning it had had
the day before.
Back in the house, I decided to make chilaquiles and eggs
for breakfast. I already had some
homemade red chili on hand, but I wanted to make the corn chips. I’ve rolled my
own tortillas before, but I cheated on this day and deep fried a batch of store
bought tortillas. I chopped the onions and was finishing the prep work when my
niece appeared upstairs. We talked while I cleaned up the chilaquiles prep
work, and then went back to bed.
With the chilaquiles prep work done, I started making
combined the ingredients for granola and popped that in the oven while I waited
for the girls. I double checked the weather and made reservations for a
horseback ride in Garden of the Gods, scheduling a time a few hours before the
afternoon rainstorm was expected.
When both girls were up, I put together the chilaquilas,
popped them in the broiler, and fried some eggs to top. Then we dug in. It was
wonderful. I used the recipe from Bon
Appetit magazine (http://www.bonappetit.com/recipe/chilaquiles-with-fried-eggs),
but I added some black beans, bumped up the green onions and skipped the
radishes.

The stable is situated in an unassuming corner of town,
surrounded by small houses, trailer parks, motels, and other high density
housing units. It’s impossible to imagine that a place as striking as Garden of
the Gods is hiding behind this transitional sprawl until one actually sees it. The
corral and its outbuildings were set in a ravine surrounded by trees. The
horses would carry us out of this and through a residential area before we
entered we climbed up again to the park where we would see it’s famous red rock
formations for the first time.


At exactly the half-way point of the ride, when we were just entering the return side of the loop, the first huge drops of water fell on us. Splat! Splat! Splat! Impressively the horses didn’t react to the rain or the thunder, except by speeding up. Cash caught up to my niece’s horse, Joker, and practically planted his face in Joker’s rear. I reined him in, but couldn’t really tell the result because the sky suddenly let loose a torrential downpour. Fat drops of rain were indistinguishable as they pelted my face. I lowered my head to keep the rain out of my eyes. Cash continued his steady – if faster—pace. I was thinking this must be what it is like in westerns when they are out in the driving rain looking for a lost calf, when I realized the guide was still up ahead pointing out rock formations. I truly admire her fortitude even now, but not one of us was looking up for the next three minutes of the ride. She admirably shouted brightly Kissing Camels and the rain cloud obscured Pike’s Peak. We couldn’t see a thing.

It was only a few minutes before the rain let up enough that we could lift our heads. The rain kept falling and the tour kept going, because we were now on the return trip to the stables. We were drenched. There was a slight breeze that was chilling us through our clothes. My hands were so cold, I was losing feeling, but Cash was making me work because he kept encroaching on Joker. Eventually, Joker kicked him, and Cash got a little easier to rein in. We were all in a hurry to get home.
After the ride we exited through the little shop where they
sell the pictures taken on the ride. We weren’t interested in pictures, but we
were interested in standing under the blowing heater for a few minutes, where
we hatched a plan to buy some clothes.

As soon as we walked in the door of the Poppy Seed, I
immediately saw the cutest pair of palazzo pants in an Indian print, but that
was only half of the equation so I kept walking. In the back of the store, I
found a blue sun dress that I thought would go beautifully with my cowboy boots
and the blue sweater (dry) that I was wearing. I tried it on and made a snap
decision. I threw the sweater on over the dress, pulled my boots back on and
charged from the dressing room. On the way to the counter, I picked up the
palazzo pants and a marching bear baby doll t-shirt that caught my eye. At the
counter, I asked if she’d ring up the dress while I was wearing it. She was kind enough to dig around in the back
for the tag, and give me a plastic sack for my wet clothes. Meanwhile the girls
were in full shopping mode themselves. My niece had found a fabulous sun dress
that complimented her in the most stunning way. Her friend had found a
beautiful fluttery skirt. We were warm,
dry and looked fantastic.
Afterwards we explored the unique little shops of Manitou
Springs, taking care of the need to eat and the need to use a restroom along
the way. With those things taken care of, we made a more leisurely shopping
trip of the occasion, including a memorable run on soap at Mavi Turkish Arts.
With the rain long gone there were street artists performing on the corners. It
was a lovely day for shopping; alas, we still had a long drive home.
We were a half hour into our return trip when we ran into a
thunderstorm and our cell phones started buzzing with alerts of a tornado
warning for the homestead. For good measure my mother called to make sure we
were okay. We were still forty minutes from home in an intense thunderstorm,
heading to a tornado, so of course I told my mother that it was all under
control. When I got off the phone, I reminded the girls that as native Kansans
we all knew what to do if we spotted a tornado. For you non-native Kansans,
that is pull over, get out and lie in the ditch. I just needed their help
watching for tornadoes behind us.
Onward we went. Then the news of another severe storm front
moving from the west toward us (and eventually) the house was announced on the
radio. I knew that we would definitely beat that storm to the house. I also
knew that there would be a couple of sweeping hilltop views of the horizon
before we got near home, so we’d be able to assess from a distance how bad it
was. Eventually we drove out of the thunderstorm we were in and turned off
towards home, toward the tornado warning. The first vista of the east didn’t
look to bad, so we kept going. When we were ten miles away, we reached the
second vista. There we could see a grey drape of torrential rain to the north
of our destination. Another grey drape of rain was to the south of our destination.
The bright clear patch in between was our destination, so we kept going. We
arrived home to find that it hadn’t begun to rain there yet. The storms had
completely missed us, and all we got was a long soft rain.
At last, we were home. I pulled in the trash bins from the
gate, re-covered the garden beds to protect them from hail, fed the dogs, and
checked the chickens. My niece’s friend helped me make a salad, while I put
some chicken in marinade. All we had to do was wait for the grill master to come
home from work. (Rain is no reason not to grill.)
It had been a productive day. It had been a fun day. It had
been an adventurous day. It was my favorite day. . . so far.
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