Archive for September, 2007

Searching for Elegant Trogans

“Have any trogans been sited recently?” we asked when we checked into the Southwestern Research Station in Cave Creek, Arizona.

“We saw three during last week’s bird tour,” the tour leader relayed. “We saw them near the bridge over the road into the South Fork Picnic Area. They were not calling.”

We were hopefully optimistic.

I began hearing about trogans almost as soon as I became an avid birder five years ago. The opportunity to delight in the abundant and varied species of birds in southeast Arizona would be sufficient reward for the visit; however, it was the Elegant Trogan that was the biggest lure.

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Riding the Bus in Albuquerque

“You may be the only rider,” Dan, my mechanic commented when I told him I was going to catch the bus back home while he repaired my car.

I had attempted to research my options the previous night through SunTran’s website. I confirmed that the Number 2 bus traveled all the way up Eubank, which meant I could ride the same bus from the mechanic’s shop to a corner a block and a half from my house. I was delighted to learn that since I was over 62, I was eligible for a reduced fare as an “Honored Citizen.” I was not able to determine how often the bus ran.

This morning as I traveled down Eubank to the mechanic, I noticed there were no schedules posted. “This should be interesting,” I thought.

A covered bus bench was located almost directly across from the mechanic. I only had to walk up to the corner to cross with the light. I had seen a woman sitting on the bench as I pulled into Dan’s. That was encouraging.

When I approached the bus shelter after dropping off my car, there was no one there. I must have just missed the bus. No telling how long I would have to wait for the next one. As I got closer, I noticed a small schedule attached to the route pole. The print was so small that I needed my reading glasses to locate my stop on the map and decipher the time of the next bus. Indeed, I had just missed a bus, but would only have to wait another 15 minutes for the next one. It appeared that the bus ran every 20 minutes. I had my morning paper with me to pass the time.

There were five passengers on the bus as I boarded. I flashed my driver’s license and dropped in $.35. As the bus let off and picked up passengers, the census stayed right about six. There were a couple of students, a man who placed his bicycle on the front of the bus before boarding, a woman in a medical uniform, and other respectable riders – a far cry from the horror stories I had heard about bus riders.

My ride took 15 minutes. It was still in the mid 60’s as I strolled home from the stop at the end of my street. I just might try it again sometime.

Day Trip on New Mexico’s Rail Runner

As we pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the train terminal in Bernalillo, a school bus pulled up and Wine Festival attendees piled off. It was mid afternoon on Labor Day and Chris and Barb and I weren’t there to attend the festival, but to ride the train – from the northern end of its route in Bernalillo to its terminus in Belen, and back again as a birthday treat for train-buff Chris.
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The New Mexico Rail Runner, while primarily a commuter train, experimented with weekend hours during the summer. Hoping to be the ‘designated driver’ for wine samplers, this was the final day of the summer schedule.

When the train pulled into the station, they put out a ramp that allowed families with strollers or people with mobility limitations to board the train without having a big step. Nimble Barb scurried ahead to save three seats on the upper level. When the train pulled away from the station, it was 90 percent full.

Our first stop near downtown Bernalillo was only minutes down the track. We then traveled through the Sandia Pueblo farm lands where Barb and I kept our eyes peeled for birds. A Kestrel flew by and Western Meadowlarks flushed as the train whizzed by. Before long we were at the Journal Center stop. We admired the artistic etched glass scenes backing the waiting area – different at each station.

It was interesting to observe aspects of the industrial area approaching downtown that are not visible while driving down the street. Chris, the architect, was particularly fascinated with different roofs.

By time we reached Alvarado station in downtown Albuquerque, most of the festival passengers had disembarked. New passengers, who had spent the day in town, got on the train for the ride back to Valencia County.

“Notice how slowly the train is traveling,” Chris pointed out as we left downtown? “That is because we are still in the ‘yards.’ They extend quite a ways south of town.”

About the time we started picking up speed, we arrived at the South Albuquerque stop. ABQ Ride’s Bus 222 connects this Rail Runner station to the International Sunport, although not all trains are met by the bus. However, all Rail Runner trains arriving at the Downtown Albuquerque station are met by ABQ Ride’s Bus 50, which also provides a direct connection to the International Sunport. A Rail Runner ticket allows bus passengers to ride free.

As we rode through the Isleta Pueblo, we could see families picnicking, fishing and camping at Isleta Lakes. Canada Geese lounged by the water trap on the golf course. The water was high and running swiftly under the bridge as we crossed the Rio Grande. In the fields outside of Los Lunas, opportunistic Cattle Egrets followed grazing cattle to pluck the insects they stir up as they move.

Leaving Los Lunas we saw the plane ‘garages’ adjacent to the houses built along the small airport. Pretty soon we were in Belen. We dug out our granola bars and water to tide us over, while we watched a freight train assembling itself and marveled at the flatbed cars that transport truck beds.
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We were the only passengers making the round trip; however, new passengers got on the train.

At the South Albuquerque station, a small group of bicyclists boarded the train with their bicycles. They evidently had spent the afternoon riding along the Rio Grande bike trail, and were riding the train back to where their cars were parked.

“I hope we pass the Amtrak train bound for Los Angeles,” Chris said wistfully. “It should be passing through Albuquerque about now.” It was waiting for us in the station in downtown Albuquerque. The Rail Runner’s tracks are owned by the state, so it gets precedence over other trains.

“Let me show you the hole in downtown,’ Barb pointed. “I discovered it by accident when I was at the convention center. It is an underground parking lot that you enter as if you are descending into a cave.”

It was 6:00 p.m. when we pulled into the station at Bernalillo. What a wonderful day trip. However, it was not over yet. A trip to Bernalillo is not complete without eating at The Range.


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