Being more of a mountain girl than a desert rat, I’ve put off exploring the American Southwest. Yes, I’ve been to the Grand Canyon. Sacrilegious but true, I have no need to see the Grand Canyon again. It’s vastness and geologic history peel back right under one’s eyeballs, but the landscape leaves me feeling empty. I know the same history exists in my beloved mountains, just draped in more finery.
Despite my disinterest in the large landscapes, I have long been curious about New Mexico, the four corners area, and the paleolithic societies that lived here so long ago.
So, off to New Mexico I go. Traveling with a patient and entertaining friend who endures my erratic stops for photographs, we drove for two days to get from Boise to Taos.