What an incredible Tuesday. Pronghorns, elk, deer, wild burros, a ninety-year-old 28,000 square-foot villa, and lunch at a picnic table under tall cottonwoods in a sea of dark green grass. There was a thirty degree temperature drop coming back from Cimarron over the mountains into Taos in the rain. I’d planned this trip for a [...]
Maybe I’ll wake up and that’s what I’ll think. For everything to be completely fresh, how wonderful, when all the old myths fall away and nothing drowns me in the morning. A time when I was out here (not this time) I saw a smallish bird I’d never seen before. Some kind of flycatcher, I’d [...]
Oh, never mind the other stuff. Enjoy the photo!
I pulled off the highway at a certain spot near the foot of the mountain so we could pee. It’s maybe a hundred yards down this little dirt road to a big sign with all the regulations. Beyond that, the road continues into a wide, shallow valley and then disappears over the edge of the [...]
First of all, that’s a photo of the original northside Taos Diner that has nothing to do with this post, though they’d have no trouble with the title. It’s definitely a state of Taos mind. You won’t find any tourists there. (We will beat you with our hippie sticks.)* It’s also close to the Famous [...]