Today was a road day, I drove north from Albuquerque abou
t 170 miles to Angel Fire which is a ski and summer resort area high up in the Sangre de Christo Mountains. Elevation here is about 8,600 ft. while Albuquerque is about 5,000 ft. It is a lot cooler and I'm glad I brought at least one sweater and a couple long sleeve shirts.
The drive
up was nice and I went through Santa Fe but didn't stop and had lunch in Espanola which was the first Spanish colonial headquarters back around 1600. I took the low river road up to Taos. There is a high road that I will probably take on the way back to Albuquerque. The river road follows the Rio Grande, which is a whitewater rafting Mecca. This time of year there is a lot of water and the rafters were out in force. The river gorge is impressive when you are in it but when you get closer to Taos you rise up on a flat area and the river gorge looks like a wound gouged out of the plain.
Taos is sort of jumbled. Probably grown up from old village streets and alleys and it looks like it would be hard to find anyplace that you specifically wanted unless you just stumbled on to it. Taos was not like anything I expected. I have always thought of it as a dry and dusty place but it is very green and surrounded on three sides by green mountains. It must have some kind of cosmic connection to Sedona because there are all kinds of wellness, wholeness, self-ness places here and you can take all kinds of classes and get various cures. It is kind of a Cowboy, Indian, Spanish, Buddhist sort of place.
I went up to Taos Pueblo and paid my visitor fee ($10) and my camera fee ($5) and walked around for an hour visiting little shops and taking
The road to Angel Fire is a twisting mountain two-lane blacktop that has a few challenges. It also has herds of Elk at some point in the year because there are a bunch of warning signs. There are also the ubiquitous roadside memorials for car crash victims. That seemed like a good idea some years back but now it is both depressing and something of a hazard. The first time I saw roadside crosses was in New Mexico almost 30 years ago. At that time I asked at a local village what they were for and I was told that they marked the spot where pall bearers stopped to rest when they were carrying a coffin in a funeral procession. I think that is the actual traditional purpose of the roadside crosses – not as crash memorials.
I got to Angel Fire and checked in. The condo is nice – two bedrooms and two floors. It is very quiet and has a deck and a patio for sitting out and watching the mountains. What I really like is that it has a washer and dryer since I was beginning to run out of clean clothes.
Angel Fire resort is jumping with motorcycles…not just any motorcycles but antique motorcycles. In just a few minutes walking across the parking lot I saw old and not so old Harleys, a couple of Indians and a Henderson. I never heard of a Henderson but I was assured that it was a rare thing to see. It looked weird. I’ll have to look it up. Also saw some motorcycles with sidecars of various shapes and sizes. A guy I talked to was saying that most, but not all, were authentic and restored but a few were replicas or else modified to look like something they weren’t. He asked me what kind of bike I ride and I said it was stationary but I got to tell him about my one 1940s Indian experience when back in college.
Angel Fire has limited internet access. I can’t get anything at the condo so I have to go to the hotel lobby where they have wireless so I will be off line pretty much. My cell phone works. No word on the property offer so far and I’ll have to keep connected with my builder to see if there was a counter offer.





