It’s the end of the fifth day of our odyssey, and we’re having fun. We’ve had to tweak things here and there and every day surprises happen. I will say this, if it weren’t for GPS, no one would ever see us again. Today, I had a Good Sam’s GPS, a tablet, an Internet hotspot, my phone, and of all things, an Atlas in my lap. In spite of all these navigators, I still got us on the wrong road. I’m convinced it was the map that confused me.
I have however, done my usual great job of finding us the nicest RV parks. On two occasions, I got us the last spot with the full hook-ups we need. Taos was especially fun and the drive up into the mountains and back down was spectacular.
The Rio Grande Gorge Bridge just outside of Taos. A gigantic crack in the earth, caused by volcanic activity. It is a long way to the bottom.
These pictures were taken at Taos Pueblo, which is the only living Native American community designated both a World Heritage Site and a National Historic Landmark. Native Americans still live in the community of adobe houses and stores.
The picture on the top left is a Church built in 1619. The Church was destroyed twice. The first was the 1680 Pueblo Revolt. The second time was in 1847 when an uprising against US occupancy was led by Native and Hispanic forces. Governor Charles Bent was murdered. The US Calvery was sent for retribution. The people hid in the Church thinking they would be safe there. It was bombed by canons and over 100 local Pueblo men, women and children were killed. They never rebuilt the church. Instead they buried them all where they died.
The other photo is of Kip in the Courtyard of the San Geronimo Church built in 1850. It is a Catholic Church that still serves for Sunday mass.
The little adobe houses all have horno structures outside. They’re used for baking and heating. You can’t see it very well, but Kip is standing by one. We ate the best apricot pie I’ve ever put in my mouth. It was like a fried pie in shape, but it was baked by a cedar fire in a horno. The crust was light and flaky. We also bought some homemade choke cherry jelly.
The Red Willow Creek serves as the main source of water for the community.
Most of this I know because Kip told me. We all went on the guided tour, but Sammie and I had to excuse ourselves because she wouldn’t stop crying. We got bored waiting so we practiced taking selfies.
These were taken in the town square. The merchants sell everything from beautiful Indian jewelry, to sculptures, to T-shirts. There are several art galleries there as well. Kip and I settled for a Taos T-shirt. I wanted the doll, but I couldn’t afford even one of the feathers on her head. The bronze is called Lincoln’s Union. The figures on each side have women’s faces, but the bottoms depict a Union and a Confederate soldier.
The beautiful drive I was telling you about. We have had great weather. It’s been warm enough during the day, and cool at night.
We’re now in Farmington, New Mexico. Tomorrow we head for Arizona. We’re on our way to the North side of the Grand Canyon. I’m worried Sammie will cry again. Maybe we’ll be the only ones there.