Georgia on my mind

Stopped in Albuquerque to pick up 400 pounds of floor tile. Passed Sandia Mountain and drove up to Santa Fe’s rarified air. At 7200 feet, we got a boost from a bowl of fiery green chile chicken soup. Then Cheryl … Read More

Spiritual.

It’s a spiritual place, breathing the rarified mountain air in the land of the Pueblos. Nineteen Pueblo tribes inhabit these sacred lands, among the Navajo and Apache. They demonstrate respect for Mother Earth. Traders do well to listen.

Peace. Please.

Outside Santa Fe the mountains begged for snow, and Mother Nature seemed attentive, while in a courtyard St. Francis communed with animals. All of them. It gave us the courage to enter parts unknown.

Sitting with the Bard

The one-two punch of Santa Fe’s rarified air (7200 ft elevation) and Canyon Road shopping kicked my ass. I spied a bench, only partially occupied by an old friend from back home. Tipped my cap to this bronzed bard. He … Read More

Canyons of the mind

The sign startled me, on this bridge over the Rio Grande Gorge. The river cuts a deep canyon through the high plain, and attracts many visitors, mostly sightseers, a few on a mission. We watched a family release balloons to … Read More

World’s Largest Chile

Las Cruces embraces New Mexico’s greatest product: We pulled into Big Chile Inn. Would have slept inside the big chile, but it was too hot.