On Thanksgiving Day we were sitting in a hotel room wondering what to do. So we decided to go to the top of a very big mountain. I mean, all the good stuff was closed. The only things open revolved around the Black Thursday-Friday nonsense and we weren’t interested in supporting any of that. The choice was clear, we could go up a mountain or we could watch bad TV all day while Tiny-Small begged us to pick her up and put her on the bed so she could slide off the bed and then beg to do it all over again, and again, and again…to infinity (and back).
That was not the way we wanted to spend our day so we got into the car and drove straight over to Sandia Peak Ski & Tramway. I have to admit it was pretty amazing. We rode a tram to the top of a mountain. Tiny-Small called it a sky bus because that is exactly what it looked like. She whispered in my ear, “I scared, Mama. No.” I told her when we road the sky bus we might see goats and bear and mountain lions so she decided to be brave. She got on the tram. She road up the mountain like a trooper. She sang, “Where are yoooooo goats? Where are you?” The people thought she was delightful.
When we got to the top we were amazed by the views. I took pictures, but they never do that kind of distance any justice. It’s just hard to capture how close to the moon you are and how the trees look like ants. Tiny-Small cried for bears.
She looked under benches, out of windows and beneath the stairs calling for the bears. She even inspected the ski slopes that weren’t running due to the whole no snow thing. She never found a bear. She seemed a little disgruntled about that and I imagine she is still calling me a bunch of names in her toddler brain. Names like “liar” and “broken-promise maker.”
We would have hiked down the mountain if I had thought to bring sensible shoes and Tiny-Small wasn’t a toddler. It just didn’t make sense to drag a tiny little girl through brush and rocks and mountain lion dens so we opted to ride the tram back down. This time we floated over some plane wreckage which sobered up the passengers in a hurry. The guide also told us about how the winds can come so fast that the tram has to stop midair and wait a while for the wind to calm down again. One group waited in the tram for four hours! I looked at Tiny-Small and hoped that wouldn’t happen to us.
It didn’t. We made it back down in the regular amount of time. Tiny-Small said she was sad she didn’t see any goats. Then she announced she was hungry and that was good because we were headed to The Village Inn for Thanksgiving dinner. I was really proud of my brave little girl and also glad we didn’t run into a single bear. Not even one.
On Thanksgiving we went to the top of the mountain and it was a pretty good day.