I did not last 3 months in that house (a testament more to myself and my reserve). Trickster was advised that we “start at the mailbox.” After shuffling through its contents of sympathy cards, we took a mental note of their who, what, when, where, and why, and climbed the porch steps to enter the House’s living room through the front door.Īnd it was reminiscent of the parties my roommates used to hold when I was an undergrad sharing a 2-story house near campus with 5 guys. My high spirits remained, and we were determined to “solve the great mystery” of the House of Eternal Return. Inching a bit more through the lobby and to the cashiers, we paid the $16 entry fee (the reduced price for NM residents) and went in. About half an hour in line later, we made it inside the foyer, which included paintings of Spirograph-like designs and shellfish. We did not know it at the time, but this was outstanding foreshadowing.Īfter parking behind an auto repair shop on a side street a block and a half away (be prepared for this if you don’t arrive before or by the time doors open), it was then a literal uphill battle to the abandoned-bowling-alley-turned-art-space. No indication of how many more miles left or which exit to take. It just said “Meow Wolf.” No description. It is a monument to us moving forward rather than us perpetually finding our identity in looking back.Ībout halfway to Santa Fe, we saw a billboard: a hodgepodge of colors, shapes, and lettering reminiscent of the 1980s. Here stands a diamond in the rough that triumphantly shouts New Mexico is becoming on par-nay, competitive with-places like Colorado, Oregon, and Washington in terms of cerebral uniqueness that for once has nothing to do with our history, but rather, and finally, the contemporary. Similarly, I think the wonder of Meow Wolf is further strengthened by its rather unusual location in the national, cultural context. Meow Wolf has truly become a New Mexican rite of passage, especially, in my opinion, because it usually involves a commute (if not an outright journey), which tends to become an equally memorable facet of any experience. I do not use the world “pilgrimage” lightly since its opening in 2015, the installation has garnered astonishment, revere, and, from all I had heard and read, unparalleled wonder among the millions who have wandered through it. I woke up the morning Trickster, ZymologistBob, and I were to take our pilgrimage to Santa Fe for Meow Wolf with high spirits. See the first review in our Meow Wolf series here: Meow Wolf: I Just Don’t Get It
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