Oh, where do I begin to tell the story of my adventure? Of course the beginning. Last night my husband and I and a close friend attended the concert of Blondie and Pat Benatar at the Isleta Casino's Lake outdoor venue. We arrived at the Casino's main parking lot at 6:15 and proceeded to have our own little pre-concert tailgate party. We stood around talking, laughing, eating, drinking, and enjoying each other’s company as we watched the people filing toward the entrance of the casino, queuing to load up on the buses provided by the casino to shuttle the people down to the concert area. No problem we thought, the concert started at 7:30. We had plenty of time. We would have a little dinner and then join the masses of people awaiting the buses. Therefore, we proceeded to walk to the end of the very long line of people.
After standing for about 15 min. or so and the line was barely moving, and after talking to several people and becoming concerned if we would make the concert on time, we and others decided to walk the distance to the venue. Here is where the adventure begins. We crossed the parking lot and over Rt 47 to the golf course. Oh, let me clue you in on my dress. I must say I was cutely dressed and the sandals I had just bought were to die for, but were NOT made for the Volksmarch we were about to partake. Ok so, we are now walking across the Isleta golf course, which was pleasant enough, and we are watching others ahead and making note of where they were going. Behind us were also groups of daring individuals making the trek. Yes, you can think Lemmings and that would be appropriate
We came upon a barbwire fence and we helped each other over. Now we have an embankment to climb up to the railroad tracks and then scale down the embankment to the other side. Wow, ok this is getting abit much. Oh, I forgot to inform you that my husband, friend, and I are in our 50's something’s and my husband and I are in Ok shape but our friend is huffing, puffing, and carrying extra weight. So now we have crossed the golf course, a barbwire fence, climbed an embankment over the railroad tracks and down.
Now we are watching the people ahead of us disappearing into a brush, thinking should we keep following them or go north on the tracks and cross over at the bridge. Keyword Bridge, meaning to cross over undesirable conditions. Nooo, lets follow the people right? We approach the "brush" and looked to see, we need to walk through sticks, thick weeds and black water muck. Well, the groups of "ladies" in front of us and one woman wearing a short dress mind you were able to jump somewhat across the muck. Ok” I can do this,” I said to myself. Well, let me say I did it but one shoe paid the price. Poor new cute sandals. Then making it out of the brush upon the other side, Walla the Concert! Now my beautiful fresh long hair is plastered to my head and face. I am sweating profusely and one sandal is ruined but hey, we made it. It took us 15 maybe 20 mins. to make it.
So why am I telling you this story? Because the point I am trying to make is the transportation and planning was poorly thought out for the masses of people going to the Isleta Casino's Lake outdoor concert. After we arrived and were enjoying the music the buses continued to arrive throughout the evening unloading people who missed most of the concert. And yes, we did walk back to the casino via the bridge and roadway, which took us about 25 to 30 mins. So if you plan to attend the concert there this is what to expect. For warning is noted. However, once you do get there enjoy! Thank you for listening.