Despite the high winds and dust, I decided I had to see the famous Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, which is only 10 miles from Taos.
Off I went, with my fear of heights, and having the feeling I might blow overboard.
The sun came out, and those amazing New Mexico clouds appeared.
As I drove back towards Taos I had to keep stopping to get photos of the clouds, the mountains, the trees. Even the dust! I stopped to visit Taos Pueblo, a World Heritage Site and National Historic Landmark. Some of the adobe buildings are 1000 years old, and they are still inhabited.
The north and south villages are on either side of Red Willow Creek, which flows from the tribe’s sacred Blue Lake in the Sangre de Cristo Range.
We stayed inside the San Geronimo Chapel, to avoid the dust blowing around outside. Photos are not allowed inside the chapel, but it was very beautiful with wonderful stained glass windows.
The lake and the land around it was taken by President Theodore Roosevelt as part of the National Park system in 1906, but was given back by Richard Nixon in 1970.
I entered a tiny shop where the proprietor greeted me with wet clay on her hands.
She was making Grandmother Storyteller figures, which is just so serendipitous, since I already owned 2. Obviously I was supposed to buy another one. Then I saw the minis, so now I have 4! Here are the 2 that I bought at Taos Pueblo. The artist wrote her name on a card for me, but I lost it, sad to say.
These figures take me back to the times when I would read aloud to my children in the library, and suddenly realize I had acquired about a dozen more kids!
It was a beautiful day, and an inspiring place.
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