As promised, here are a few more photos from our time in the mountains.
One of the nostalgic highlights of the trip for my dad and me was our visit to St. John's College, where he got his MA. I still remember it well from the summer I spent there when I was five years old.
The windows of the second floor unit where we lived. We looked out over the mountains.
The koi pond outside the student center. Two-year-old brat Rhys Fitzpatrick pushed me into it while our parents were eating lunch. The pond seemed quite deep to me at the time. It isn't.
Darren chills outside the college bookstore. The wall looked just the same in 1972.
On Friday we drove further up into the mountains to spend the day in Taos. I snapped this pic on my iPhone from the moving car, but it still turned out pretty well.
The Taos Pueblo, where we strolled for an hour through the ancient community's adobe buildings
The cemetery at the edge of the Pueblo
Packs of dogs kept a close eye on the tourists. We gave them a wide berth.
Splashes of bright color dotted the community.
Native crafts and baked goods were available for sale throughout the Pueblo.
After leaving the Pueblo, we headed a few miles outside of Taos to visit the Rio Grand Gorge Bridge. It's a mighty big crack in the ground, 600 feet deep.
WG does his best to look nonchalant with a chasm yawning behind him...
A variety of vendors sell food and trinkets in the wide spot in the road on either side of the bridge.
Some offerings were less appealing than others...
A bright desert sky on the drive back to Santa Fe
Still to come, too much booze, up close and personal with Georgia O'Keeffe, and a few last odds and ends...