With our traveling the last seven years, it may seem like life is one perpetual vacation. But the ugly truth is that though we try to take full advantage of where we are every weekend, we work very hard and its been virtually non-stop for the past 4 years. “Vacations” weren’t real breaks– I took time off to go be in Florida with my mom, we took a week or two involuntarily while waiting for a new contract, meaning we traveled with all our earthly belongings and were negotiating contracts and looking for rentals while on “vacation”.

So when we were presented with hubby having some time off during his transition back to working as an RN, we decided to make the most of it. Originally, we’d planned to spend most of our time in one of our favorite places, but a giant wildfire broke out the week before we were supposed to leave. And almost the entire Northwest was covered in smoke from various fires. So  traveling in the NW had lost its appeal. Then hubby suggested we finally take my long talked about pilgrimage to the places one of my favorite artists lived and worked and our Southwest Tour began.

near moab, utah

We wanted to take our time, not spend too many hours in the car each day, so originally planned to spend a few days in each spot as we made our way South. But the smoke was so thick that it made spending time in the Northwest unenjoyable. So after one night each in the Mount Hood & Bend areas of Oregon, we decided not to make a prolonged stop again until we got out of the smoke. And somewhere in the middle of Utah, blue skies finally emerged!

Being the delicate PNW flowers we are, we decided not to try to camp in the crazy heat of August in Moab. Airbnb lead us to the most wonderful little oasis in the hills outside of town!

spring fed pond, red moon lodge, moab, utah

Two days in Moab extended to four and we had lovely visits to Arches, Canyonlands, and even escaped the heat for a bit up in the nearby La Sal Mountains. Coming from the land of blues and greens, I was completely mesmerized by the intense colors of the Southwest. Amazing forms and textures seemed to await around every corner.

It seemed like a palette tailor made for me– washed out pinks and turquoises mixed with warm earthy oranges and umber tinted lavenders. I swear if it weren’t so hot and if there was more water, I could live there.

After Moab, we headed to Ouray, Colorado, a place that’s held my hubby’s fascination for a long time. Years ago he read a book in which the main character spends time in Ouray and he’s been longing to see it ever since. And let me tell you, it did not disappoint! He was looking up real estate with the first few hours we were there (though we quickly came back to WA as our choice for a permanent home, it was fun to dream of a different place!).

looking down on ouray from the perimeter trail

We would loved to have spent more time hiking around Ouray, but had camping reservations at Ghost Ranch so on to New Mexico we went..

Our stay at Ghost Ranch was probably the most relaxing, vacation-like time of the entire trip. Located in tiny Abiquiu, NM, the ranch is remote and quiet– far from the busyness of Santa Fe and Taos, we immediately relaxed upon arrival. It was where we read the most, looked at our phones the least, listened to the sounds of the faraway coyotes, and star gazed before bed each night.

In writing this post, I realized there is so much to share that to avoid boring you to tears, I’m breaking it up into several installments! You’re welcome. 😉

I’ll write another general post about the rest of our trip and then separate posts about the O’Keeffe Abiquiu House Tour & Ghost Ranch Landscape Tour— I highly recommend both and will get into more detail in that post. I’m also planning to share what about the Southwest inspired me artistically and how, probably more for my own benefit than yours, but hope you’ll enjoy anyway!

More to come!

All images by me.