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There are adventures to experience and sites to marvel at – all that is required is to step outside your front door.
I recently took this advice. I walked outside my own front door and found myself, along with my traveling companions in Nambé. Despite living here for more than three years, it was the first time I had ever ventured to this community. The first stop on the trip was the House of Old Things, a local antique store located at 111 N.M. 503.
The business is in a house and artifacts of past years can be found everywhere – in the sunken bathtub, on kitchen counters, up stairs, in the backyard and along the wrap around porch.
You can find anything there – old fashioned toy trucks, figurine salt and pepper shakers, steamer trunks, vinyl records, a dusty Singer sewing machine, ornate chandeliers; the list goes on and on.
It’s a treasure trove for those who love a good hunt for an antique. From there, the car took a winding road drenched in greenery.
Trees stretched their branches to form a leafy canopy over the road and a snaggle-toothed coyote fence ran on the edge of the road. You see traditional adobe houses tucked away in the picturesque landscape.
The road eventually led to the Nambé Trading Post, 20A County Road 113A.
Don’t be deceived by the post’s tiny log cabin exterior – there is an abundance of fine art inside.
Navajo rugs hang from the ceiling, sculptures carved from wood are displayed on shelves and simple but beautiful pottery vases are lined up on tables.
We shifted from shopping to sight seeing at this point.
The three of us strapped on hiking shoes and took a short hike to Nambé Falls. The wide parking lot at the trailhead served as more than just a place for cars – it was the scene of an impromptu soccer game. Using gas canisters as goal posts, the players raced and dove for the ball.
As the soccer players took their chances at shooting a goal, the three us made several runs to hit the right trail to the falls.
The first path took us right alongside the river’s edge, then into its shallow bank and then finally to a steep cropping of rocks.
The next trail vanished completely from the trailhead. We trekked carelessly on a slippery sandy mountainside, weaving through clumps of evergreens.
Then, peering through the trees, the wood and earth staircase was spotted. EUREKA! we cried.
We hoofed it up to a ledge and breathed in the site before us. A torrent of white water jetted out from a dark opening in a craggy mountain wall; it cascaded into a clear pool before spilling into a second waterfall.
Lower down, two girls waded in the final pool. The sound of rushing filled our ears and we constantly uttered the statement, “this is beautiful.”
As we drove home, I reflected on how much you can see and experience, if you open your door to the opportunity.