CHAPTER 6
The oldest house in America, or so the plaque on the wall claims, is a two story mud brick affair in a back alley of Santa Fe, New Mexico. I was a little incredulous towards this statement and took a minute to see what Mr. Wikipedia had to say on the subject, which is: that it is old, really old, but maybe not quite the oldest. Or maybe it is? Built in 1646, but on top of a foundation of a building from the 1200s, I guess it comes down to semantics which date you go with for the house, and thus if you think it is indeed the oldest. Oldest or not, the one thing I took from it was that everyone must have been a lot shorter back then- I could hardly fit through the door ways!
Besides a really old house, Santa Fe also boasts of being home to the oldest public building in the US, a set of “magical” stairs in an old church, and the best Native American handy crafts in the area, among other things. In our opinion though, the best thing they have going for themselves might be the Santa Fe Brewing Co.- which treated us to a pleasant afternoon of social crapulence.
After Santa Fe, it was just a long drive north to complete the circle of Hadley’s first roadtrip. All in all, it was a great adventure- we saw a lot of cool places, learned a little about camping with a baby, got the royal treatment at the finest of resorts, and aside from missing a few state welcome signs on the way in (though we always made sure to catch them on the way out), everything went perfectly to plan- just how you want your son’s first roadtrip to go. Thanks for reading! Until next time- D.K.H.
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