The pictures give only an inkling of the natural beauty. My wife suggested stopping in Chimayo along the way for breakfast at Rancho de Chimayo. The lady who owns it has been cooking New Mexican delights since the 70s. Her unique cinnamon pillow puffs are like baby New Orleans beignets and just as good. My wife ordered the delicious breakfast burrito with green chili, pictured below. I thought it was the most delectable green chili of many we enthusiastically consumed.
We left with two kinds of peppers. Also, the old chapel in Chimayo is known for at least one miracle. It was miraculous just to be there in such beautiful and peaceful surroundings.
Chimayo is also known for its traditional blanket weavers for years. We stopped at two places to gawk but not buy. Taos would call me if I were a skier, and Taos Pueblo was awe-inspiring. Getting there was beautiful with fascinating places like Chimayo. Taos Pueblo, occupied since A. I wondered if the crow and dog in the pictures were real or intermediary spirits.
Spiritually enthralling, fulfilling. The highlight of the trip. Just beyond Taos, the gorgeous gorge of the Rio Grande River cuts a deep gash dramatically through the plain.
The wind and dust were ferocious, and the low angle of the afternoon sun made for a great picture. We navigated off the main drag via residential streets, which gave us an opportunity to see the real Taos. Very little stucco was used once out of sight of tourists, which made me like the little town pop. Whatever snide observations I may have made about Taos and Santa Fe, both burgs enjoy far lovelier settings than Raleigh. The West!
