On Sunday I drove us up here in the Dodge Dakota. The 4.7 L V-8’s dual exhausts throbbed and rumbled all the way through Talpa, along the Rio Grande del Rancho, and up into the mountains on sweeping, empty curves past patches of snow and fallen rocks. Every damn stump looked like a bear.
The temperature was 55°F at about 8,000 feet when I took that shot. We hadn’t been up there for several months and it was something of a shock. To leave the house and drive a little ways and boom, you know? Even on Easter Sunday, there was hardly any traffic. I know I emphasize that a lot when describing driving virtually anywhere in New Mexico, especially Taos County, but it’s such a huge advantage. I can take in all the Nature since I’m not involved with other drivers. Sometimes we come home still shaking from the sensory overload. Not even crawling over the holes and hummocks in the hard clay road the last 200 yards can knock the wonder out of me. This counts.
So it was like that, yes.