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Albuquerque Balloon Festival the first week of October - sheer serendipity.
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OCTOBER - Month of blazing leaves, crisp morning air, geese heading south in "V"
formation, fields of scraggly tan stalks of corn, the whiff of a wood fire - all the good
things that preview a winter of regathering our minds and bodies - ready to burst forth
in spring. I miss the seasonal spurts - but What the Hey? We want to stay warm.
back at the ranch...
we set out yesterd\ay for
We were struck by the enormity of it all. First, the boundless expanse of earth and sky. It
did not feel flat like the fields of Nebraska. Rather, it moved in near-imperceptible waves,
punctuated by irregular black/green dots of juniper, an occasional gray and yellow puff of
sagebrush, ending with a sharp stone cliff. Way, way back was the hint of a mountain
range, always topped by billowing cumulus clouds. Never dull.
We chose the "High Road to Taos" - my kind of road! Up, down, S-curve; C-curve,
and nary a car in sight (well, one or two.) We drove through the Carson National
Forest. Cor noticed smoke rising a bit to our east, but fortunately we soon came
upon a sign mentioning a "controlled burn." These have been going on recently as
the area is very dry.
The glorious "High Road to Taos Yellow aspens on mountaintop
|Quesadillas for lunch at The
Alley Cantina in the Taos Plaza.
Along the Jack M. Campbell Highway - Cor's favorite peak in the background, especially the steep drop
on the right side. Next, looking down from the bridge deep into the canyon at the Rio Grande, and the
bridge (thanks to a British visitor who had better balance and took the picture for me.) The final photo
was the approach of a fearsome thunderstorm, complete with bolts of lightening repeatedly splitting the
mountain. Surprisingly, not one drop of rain hit our windshield.
We went to the Taos Pueblo but didn't go in - it was all walking on a sandy road and I'd used up my
walking in town. On the road out we came across the Taos Pueblo Casino and decided to give it a
try. We took in all the quarters we'd collected in Burlington to take to the laundry, but they ended up
taking us to the cleaners. Money well spent.
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