By Marcia Milner-Brage in Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA
We arrived into Albuquerque from Cedar Falls, Iowa, three planes and seven hours later and drove up to Santa Fe, situated between the Jemez Mountains and the Sangro de Cristo Mountains, the southernmost subrange of the Rockies. As we approached Santa Fe, brilliant afternoon sun lit up south facing Aspen Peak in the Santa Fe National Forest. The ski basin, as the locals call it, was glowing almost solid yellow. We’d hit it right!
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To get up into the yellow, time was of the essence: first snow of the season for the higher elevations was in the forecast for several days hence. But the change in altitude hit me hard. I was lightheaded and wobbly for two days. We had come from the relative lowland of Iowa, elevation 600 feet, to Santa Fe, elevation 7,000 feet. The yellow, where the aspens on the mountain were at their peak, was at 10,000 feet. On our third day, finally acclimated, we drove up to Aspen Vista. It was glorious: the air crisp and clear. The sky a blue sharpened by the yellow. What bliss: drawing the aspens in autumn.