New Mexico/Colorado Day Trip

Conejos River Valley in Colorado

Conejos River Valley from Rt. 17 between Chama, NM and Antonito, CO

“Look! Look! There they are!” The llamas were grazing the green grass and scrub close to the road. I didn’t have time to slow down and we whizzed right by, but at least we saw them. (Tony’s llamas, by the way. A guy named Tony owns the ranch there on the other side of the gorge, and they belong to him.*)

We climbed past the llamas and ascended the sloping plateau. The high desert passed for green with clumps of grass among the sagebrush multiplied a million times. The sky was huge with white clouds in the deep blue emptiness. Although it was mid-morning on Saturday as we aimed for Tres Piedras, the long straight road stretched empty behind us in the rear-view mirror as far as I could see, and there was no one else ahead. Just desert, sky, and mountains. Except for a stretch of US 84 south of Chama, we’d be virtually alone for the entire day on a 200-mile route that reached 10,000 feet four times.

I was totally in my element. Driving in the mountains is a glorious high when you can go as fast or as slow as you want because the road is empty. We even stopped to pee and didn’t have to watch for cars! But what impressed me the most this time was how green the mountains were. The high country valleys west of Tres Piedras were lush and wet, with running streams that snaked through fields of yellow flowers gleaming in the sun. From Chama on, there was water everywhere. The Conejos River (pictured above) ran high and fast.

After all this time in Taos, rediscovering biological value in the landscape was a revelation. To think that one could plant a thing and simply have it grow… For the first time in a long while, I found the presence of the water reassuring and didn’t want to leave. What that means for my own future, who can tell? But I have to say that coming back to Taos was something of a letdown. Oh, the vistas were still grand. It was just the sight of all those houses in the sagebrush that made me sad, until I remembered that I didn’t own one, and I decided then that I was just about the smartest man who ever lived.

* There’s a joke here, but it takes some work.

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John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

  • Marti Fenton Whitedeersong June 1, 2014, 8:09 PM

    Gorgeous photo! So happy to see green again.

    • JHF June 1, 2014, 8:27 PM

      We hadn’t been up that way for years. It was quite a shock.

  • M.J. June 1, 2014, 9:45 PM

    Beautiful! Glad you had a great trip! I got your Tony Llama joke! Ha!

    • JHF June 2, 2014, 12:37 AM

      It was absolutely stunning. Also low humidity and 61 to 78 °F. My wife had the iPad in her lap with an altimeter app and called out every time we hit 10,000 feet. I don’t know why I like that, but I do.

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