"After all these years of living in Santa Fe, and I’d never attended the Annual Pancake Breakfast in The Plaza. This was my year to correct that oversight, however."
After all these years of living in Santa Fe, and I’d never attended the Annual Pancake Breakfast in The Plaza. This was my year to correct that oversight, however.
I have Devon to thank for this one. She’d done it many times before and gave it five stars. I agree with her.
There were only three riders this morning, Devon, Herb and myself. It was a 5:00 a.m. wake-up call in order for me to be at the starting point by 6:30. It was chilly, but we could tell it was going to be one of those typical Santa Fe pristine days. The ride down to the Plaza was easy with little traffic and we mostly chatted all the way into town.
There was a small crowd milling around when we arrived, but all the serving facilities were already in place. The street in front of the bank served as a make-shift dining area, with tables and chairs set up. I’d bet that a couple hundred people could sit there, and most of the places were taken when we arrived. The day was so balmy and lovely, we decided to have our breakfast on the grass, Manet-style, except the ladies kept their clothes on.
For eight bucks got you got two enormous buttermilk pancakes with ham or sausage and coffee or orange juice. Everything was delicious and served up with a smile by the volunteers for this charity, fund-raising event. Even when the lines became quite long, we noticed how quickly they moved. Nobody had to wait long today; and nobody seemed to care anyway. The mood was festive.
There was a brass band playing in the bandstand, and everyone who’d been lolling around on the grass, stood up when they struck those opening chords of The Star Spangled Banner. Man, that’s a hard song to sing along with. Those high notes in the “And the rockets red glare” parts are really vicious for most of us. Nevertheless, most people sang along.
I had business with a foundry a little ways out of town, so after the breakfast I headed in that direction, and Herb and Devon headed home. On my way back I connected with family who had just arrived, and who also gave this event high grades. You’ll see them in the photos below.
I’ll write soon about my “business” with the foundry, Shidoni by name, at another time. I’m having some sculpture cast into bronze and I want to be present at every stage of production so I can photograph it for this blog when the work is complete. Maybe I’ll put a teaser-image down below to, hopefully, pique your curiosity.
No “techno-geek” stats today. This was an easy, conversational ride and I won’t even log it in.
I really need to go on a diet after this weekend. I did some serious damage and loved every second of it.
Happy Trails to you from Santa Fe, New Mexico.
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