Have you ever found yourself on a road trip within a road trip? This was a first for me. I was a little reluctant. Here we were in Colorado, with so many people and places to catch up with. But, it was Sadie’s idea…and I do love Sadie…and it sounded like…fun!
Sadie and Paul have different road rules. For example, Paul doesn’t stop unless we are low on gas. Sadie; she stops. For Airstreams with SALE signs on them. And horses, enjoying sunny days along streams. And restrooms. She even stops for lunch!
I won’t lie to you. We did have a few Thelma and Louise moments. I love traveling with Paul but it isn’t quite the comedy of errors that it was with Sadie. Teehee.
Antonito holds a little inside joke for us. Definitely a “you had to be there” sort of joke. Let’s just say that Sadie is a funny girl.
I was really looking forward to Taos. Paul and I had been to Santa Fe back in 2006 and we both loved it. Taos was cool, but I have to say that Santa Fe is still my favorite.
We contemplated camping in the Taos vicinity, but after a strange incident involving a creepy gas station attendant and a pissy cop, we decided to just.keep.driving.
It was not our intention to end up at a commercial campsite…but, under the circumstances (the film Deliverance springs to mind), the KOA just outside of Santa Fe was a little slice of Heaven. No, really.
The Santa Fe Indian Market has been running for 89 years. This was our main reason for driving hundreds of miles in less than two days. It was well worth the drive. We got there first thing in the morning, and took one of the very last parking spaces. Good crowd.
Foolishly, I did not ask permission to take and post pictures of my favorite artwork and/or the people behind the creations. Below is just one of the many rows of booths.
Santa Fe is known for it’s architecture (duh). I love being surrounded by curves, adobe, and iron with a blue sky backdrop. It is the oldest capital city in the US and along with that comes some historical masterpieces.
And let’s not forget the masterpiece on a plate, also known as Huevos Rancheros. Do yourself a favor if you haven’t already. Go to Tia Sophia’s.
Yes, I will be drinking Shakeology soon (had to crop my butt out of this next picture) but in the meantime…happiness in the form of New Mexican cuisine. So very worth it.
Another fond road trip memory for us to reflect upon whilst rocking back and forth on a front porch (most likely yours Sadie, unless Paul and I change our nomadic ways); sipping at our JD and Cokes throughout our twilight years…