The ride between Santa Fe and Taos deserves it own post. We took the supposedly "less scenic" low road because the supposedly "more scenic" high road can be a bit iffy this time of year, especially for those traveling in Earth-friendly hybrid cars without four wheel drive.
Yeah, it was pretty tough to miss out on the scenery and choke down this instead:
Especially this moment as you get to the top of a plateau and round a corner...
...the Rio Grande Gorge. Holy smokes! Even Finnian was roused out of his nothing-will-ever-impress-me attitude and gave a gasp. It is like a cartoon of a crack in the Earth made giant-sized. And we felt appropriately puny in relation to it.
Still, we took photos.
|Oh my god, how did I end up with a mother like this?|
Then we arrived in Taos, met up with Martie and her clan for a supper that was muy deliciosa, and headed to the little village of Arroyo Seco, where we are staying in what used to be Martie's yarn shop, Taos Sunflower.
I am not sure what I expected exactly but it sure wasn't this. I think I thought it would be one step up from a tent (which was totally fine with me). Instead, it is a very comfortable space -with wifi - filled with fibre and yarn and equipment for working with said fibre and yarn. I was speechless.
I call this The Wall of Happiness.
Skeins of yarn, mostly Malabrigo, to make me and Lucy swooning with joy, and a flat screen television that made Finn perk up. He had been convinced that we were leaving civilization behind too, but with a lot less enthusiasm.
Martie and her husband, Roger, got us settled in and as she left, Martie said, "make some batts!"