Time to turn to page 24 of our Farmington Visitor guide, for a section about itineraries. The first itinerary is eight days of recommended sights, spots, and directions. It sounds quite inviting, especially to someone like me, who can barely comprehend taking a week off, much less eight days that far away from home. It isn’t that I get homesick easily. I just don’t like taking time off from work. My job is often more enjoyable than it is insufferable. Also, in spite of being blessed with a low self-esteem, I often feel like my place of employment needs me on a daily basis. I’ve taken time off before, and every time I come back the building is still standing, we’re still profitable, and it takes me a few days to snap back to worker bee mode. I’m not sure if the itinerary is the ideal one, but I must give props to the writer of the visitor guide. They sold me on making Farmington the center of any eight day trip around New Mexico. Now, if only I was making an eight day trip to New Mexico.
For the more reasonable trip around the New Mexico area, they follow the eight day trip with several day trip ideas, and once again each one deftly described with Farmington as the center of all you’d need to see. First up are the visits to American Indian Culture centers of the area. As an eleven year old, much of what I knew about American Indians was a mix of what my less-than politically correct mom said, and my interactions with a few Native Americans in school. I’ve had some years to think things over a bit, along with a read of Vine Deloria’s Custer Died for Your Sins. I think I’d enjoy a tour of several of these areas now, but as a fifth grader it would have been me looking around trying to look interested. While not a worldly fifth-grader, I was a polite one.
The next set of day trips revolved around the Four Corners area, and the looping around to get to it that can involve seeing other sights. I don’t remember knowing about the Four Corners as a kid, which is odd considering how I spent many afternoons. My brother had a complete set of Collier’s Encyclopedias in High School, and he left them behind once he departed for college. They were in decent shape, and there was even a yearbook with new info for 1964. I’m not going to say I read them all of the time, but I did get some use out of them. I often would grab one at random and flip through to the maps, which were on easy to find glossy paper. I didn’t memorize many state capitols that way, but I did learn what countries were where. Along with countries, I also had a pretty good grasp on the states, but I don’t think I realized that only one spot had four states meeting until much later.
My propensity to remain indoors is mostly deserved, but if I get the opportunity to visit Farmington again I’ll spend a great deal of time taking in a lot of what the area has to offer in the outdoors. One of the last really good times I had in an outdoor setting was a few years ago in Pierre while making a rare visit to my brother. After arriving, I was told that the men of the family were going to pick chokecherries. My mom’s lake cabin had a ton of wild chokecherry bushes, and often I’d find myself helping her with them, even though I’d rather be in the cabin playing with whatever toys I brought, reading a book I brought, or watching the one channel that came in on the old black and white TV we had at the cabin. I was never a fan of picking chokecherries. My sister-in-law must have known this, and she reminded me that I didn’t have to go along. For some reason, I did go along. I picked chokecherries with my brother and nephews for maybe an hour in a grove of trees near the Missouri river. Not only did I pick them, I had fun picking them. Just thinking about this now, along with thinking about my mom’s old lake cabin makes me realize how lucky I was, and how much I didn’t appreciate my mom keeping that old lake cabin a lot longer than she probably wanted to, in hopes that I’d get something out of it. I didn’t get as much out of it as I should have, but I treasure what I did get out of it. I should just be happy that I’m not growing up now. Between digital cable, the internet and my iPod I might never have picked chokecherries, gone wandering around the lake alone, rolled and tumbled down hills, thrown rocks in the water, and actually done a bit of fishing, before I decided that fishing was one of the most boring things one could do. I think I could do it now, but only if my iPod was charged and I wasn’t worried about dropping it in the lake.
The query part of the subject deals with the fact I will soon have my own child, and what opportunities I can offer him/her. I can’t afford a lake cabin, I don’t know how to swim, and I’d be in big trouble if I ever got lost in the woods. I didn’t like my mom forcing outdoor life and exercise on me as a kid, but now I’ll be forced with wondering how to involve my son/daughter in things like this. I’ll accept them whether they’re wilderness scouts or computer programmers, but I want to make sure they have every chance to figure out what they are, and how to make it a integral part of their life. Maybe one of them can teach me how to swim someday, or at the very least can help me pick chokecherries so my wife can try her hand at my mom’s chokecherry jelly.
One final odd note about the Farmington itineraries. One of the points of interest listed in one is the power plant. It seemed a bit odd, until a few pages later. The power company bought a half page add, which makes the power plant destination not seem as far fetched. After all, Farmington is only about 30,000 people, and visitor guides don’t pay for themselves.
