Welcome to Raton Pass in deep fog.
Wagon Mound
Las Vegas, New Mexico
Short people worshipped here.
Pecos National Historic Park
Texas Horned Lizard is my best guess.
Glorieta Mesa
wild flower bouquet
Frankie’s – get the red chile.
Are you eating?
view from bed
It’s a loop.
It’s also mutual.
Three sunrises, one river: the Pecos. Our original plan included Michael and Mary, but their puppers got worryingly ill, so they had to stay home.
We made the best of our solitude and kept in the same vein of less is more, gazing for hours at the view, listening to the river and chirp of birds, cooking very little.
Our first day, the skies opened, and the arroyo came alive, thundering melted chocolate milkshake, flowing wildly, only to flame out in this glorious riot of sensual texture and delicate pools.
We did much snacking and kombucha drinking, paired with puzzling and music listening, late into the evening, hoping for a glimpse of brilliant stars, but being outshined by the moon, in the end.
We arose before the sun and took jaunts: about the property, to Frankie’s in Pecos for wonderful food, to Santa Fe, for yet more.
The highlight, discovering the Pecos Historical Park on foot to kill time before check-in. We wandered without any expectation, rounding the corner with literal gasps at the wonder of the structure, standing for hundreds of years. Marvel at what LASTS!
