It’s always wonderful to feel the aircraft’s landing gear touch down in New Mexico. This enchanted land beckons to me often. My friend and I have traveled here so many times we easily settle into the rhythm of the place.
It’s about a 2 1/2 drive from Albuquerque to Taos.
Sustenance first, at The Range Cafe.
From there the interstate highway north leads to a state highway which then carries us north alongside the Rio Grande river.
Colors change as daylight wanes.
And just before nightfall, there it is. My tree.
A short time later, we are home.