Our views are of the distant mountains and the owner's quirky collection of old trucks and farm implements.
There is a 3/4 mile long trail around the campground and we enjoy walking it several times a day. Lewis behaves himself as a myriad of cottontails zoom across the path right in front of him.
One afternoon we took an "orienting" drive around the area and ended up at one of our favorite burger stands.....Shake Foundation. It is an order at the window, pick up at the other window kind of place with picnic tables outside. The sun was shining but those tables were in a direct line to the east wind so it was a chilly, nose running kind of lunch! No matter.
|green chili cheeseburgers hiding under that mound of fresh cut fries!|
|Chile Ristras swinging in the wind|
After lunch we decided to try and finish the loop we had started with MonaLiza and Steve. We took a Rt. 4 loop from the south following the winery lady's map but stopped just before Los Alamos. This time we left Santa Fe and headed in the opposite direction to close the loop.
|pay no attention to the dirty windshield please|
We stopped at White Rock, thinking it was a formation and not a town. Wrong.
It's a town just outside Bandelier National Monument. It does have a beautiful overlook high over the Rio Grande River, however.
|Dave points to a high, narrow waterfall in the canyon|
|Rio Grande from above|
(I just discovered a way to get down to the river, I think)
We didn't stop at Bandelier because we had been there before. After passing through the guard shack (and showing our ID) at the only way into Los Alamos we both decided we'd drive on through. The thought of visiting it's landmarks and visiting the Science Museum (think A-Bomb museum) left us feeling sad so we just continued on our way.
Another day we headed off into the surrounding high desert/National Forest to follow a dirt road I'd seen. Not much of interest on that road, however. We challenged our map/trail reading skills to stay on the correct forest road and watched a large group of faded looking Robins enjoying a deep puddle-rut in the road.
|glad it was a dry day!|
The road ended rather unceremoniously in a thick group of pinon pines so we turned around and followed our trail of bread crumbs home.
Today was NASCAR/football/laundry day. After some discussion I extended our stay here so we could roam the area a little more and then canceled next weeks already scheduled stops. With a little rearranging here and there I think we've got a plan for the rest of the year. It's good to be flexible!