From Carlsbad Caverns we headed to Roswell, NM to see the Roswell Museum and Art Center. One wing of the museum is dedicated to the work of Robert Goddard and has his reassembled workshop in one of the galleries. The exhibits include his early work with rocketry and his inventions and advancements in rocket science. There is also a comprehensive exhibit on Native American history and the role it played in the development of New Mexico and parts of the Southwest. It was time well spent and we both enjoyed the museum as well as the art center. From there we went to the International UFO Museum and Research Center. The museum is “organized” around the 1947 crash of “something” in the desert in the Roswell vicinity. You really have to see the displays in order to come to your own conclusions. We have our opinions but don’t want to prejudice anyone. Everyone should go at least once in their life. Enough said.

UFO Museum, Roswell, New Mexico
From Roswell we headed to Taos, NM. Our first adventure was driving to the Rio Grande River Gorge Bridge. You are driving across the desert and out of nowhere this bridge appears. If you didn’t know it was there you would have no clue you were coming up on it and you would not recognize a gorge was there until you were in the middle of the bridge. There is a pull off area for parking, complete with vendor’s selling out of their vehicles. Sidewalks with observation platforms allow you to walk across the bridge and look straight down into the gorge. It is a 650 foot drop to the gorge’s bottom and quite breathtaking. If the weather were a little cooler there are hiking trails that would be great to explore. Next time we’ll do some hiking.

Rio Grande River Gorge
We walked around Old Town Taos Plaza, and then to the Ernest Blumenschein House. Blumenschein is one of the co-founders of the Taos Society of Artists. His wife was also an artist, and their Southwest home, which evolved over the time span of their occupancy, is both homey and quite beautiful. We had lunch at Café LoKa which was quite yummy. From there we went to the Taos Pueblo, one of the oldest continually inhabited communities in North America. What a treat! We happened to visit on one of their holy days and got to watch their Corn Dance Ritual. Because it was a holy day no cameras or cell phones were allowed in the Pueblo. They WILL confiscate and keep any that they see or find. Neither electricity nor plumbing is allowed in the pueblo and the residents live much as their ancestors did long ago. Several of the homes had shops on the bottom floors selling jewelry, pottery, baskets and other native crafts. We ate our first blue corn frybread and it was delicious. Served with honey and cinnamon sugar; you can’t get much better eating. One modern convenience in the pueblo was Coleman camping stoves to cook the bread. A totally refreshing point of the day was watching a pueblo resident reach down into the river running through the pueblo, scoop up a handful of water, and take a drink. At how many of our rivers can we do that? The tribe controls all the land from the river’s source through the pueblo and they are very protective of this resource. Our next stop was the San Francisco de Asis Church made famous by Georgia O’Keefe and Ansel Adams. It is supposedly the most photographed church in America, so we had to take our own photographs. They turned out lovely.

Artists in the Courtyard at the Blumenschein House

San Francisco de Asis Church
We tried to visit the Kit Carson House, but arrived 5 minutes before it closed. We’ll save that for another trip too. Our next adventure this day was a trip to Taos Ski Valley just to check it out. We didn’t see anybody skiing, but there were some people playing in a small patch of snow. Can you believe snow still on the ground in June? It was probably 10-15 degrees cooler up in the mountains than down in Taos, with a crisp breeze blowing. Quite amazing! On the way back into Taos we stopped at Orlando’s for dinner. It is supposedly the locals’ favorite eating spot and it did not disappoint. The next morning we had brunch at Doc Martin’s at the Historic Taos Inn. The Huevos Rancheros are to die for and enough for two. I made the sacrifice and ate the whole thing. Johnny had blue corn flapjacks that were wonderful, too. It was then time to pack up and head for Santa Fe.
Taos Ski Valley, Yes the White is a Patch of SnowArriving in Santa Fe we dropped the trailer at the Los Campos RV Park and headed for the Georgia O’Keefe Museum; another jewel of our trip. We were fortunate to arrive just as a docent was beginning a discussion of O’Keefe’s life and work. She was extremely knowledgable and interesting. After her presentation she roamed the gallery and talked with various patrons. We were fortunate to talk at length with her and learn even more about O’Keefe.
Santa Fe Campsite
It had started to drizzle off and on, so our walk around the plaza was hopping from awning to awning. We went to the Loretto Chapel with its Miraculous Staircase that makes two 360 degree turns before reaching the choir loft. There are no signs of visible support for this staircase and it is truly amazing. We tried to go to the San Miguel Mission but it was closed in preparation for the evening mass. Because of the rain, we drove the length of Canyon Road and got an idea of the numerous art galleries that line the street. We will definitely go back to visit some of them on our next trip.

Miraculous Stairway, Loretto Chapel
The next day we went to Bandelier National Monument to see Frijole Canyon and the Anasazi Pueblos. All I can say is those people had to be very athletic to climb the ladders leading to their dwellings every day. I climbed some of the short ladders and that was fine for me. Johnny climbed the 140 feet to the Alcove House using the ladder system but I stayed on the flat to watch him. Crazy. It was not recommended for people with height issues, so I took that recommendation to heart. He said it was a wise decision. We saw our first mule deer and they really were not bothered by people as they ate their noontime meal. We then drove to Los Alamos and had lunch at the Blue Window Bistro. Very tasty. We visited the Bradbury Science Museum which focuses on Los Alamos National Laboratory’s role in the Manhattan Project and its contributions to modern science and research. So much to read and not enough time, but extremely interesting and well presented.
Frijole Canyon, Bandelier National Monument

JEK Exiting a Cliff Dwelling at Bandelier
The next day we drove from Santa Fe to Albuquerque to see Petroglyph National Monument. It was very hot but we managed to get in two hikes. The first at Boca Negra, consisted of three short hikes, Mesa Point, Macaw and Cliff Base takes you up and down the side of a hill in several different locations where you can see between 150-200 petroglyphs. If only we knew what the ancients were trying to tell us or their contemporaries. The second hike at Rinconada Canyon is a loop trail that followed the base of another hill with more petroglyphs. You then make your way across the dessert, back to the parking lot. That part of the trail was was to showcase the desert flora and fauna. But there was not much fauna because of the heat. Why were we out there? Being parched, we went to Chama River Brewery for a late lunch/early dinner. Wonderful food and good beer, what more can I say?
Petroglyph National Monument

JEK taking a Picture of Me Taking a Picture of Him, Rinconada Canyon
We strolled around Old Albuquerque and went into several different art galleries and other stores. There was an abundance of beautiful silver and turquoise jewelry and Native American crafts. Next we drove to the Three Sisters, inactive volcanoes on the southwest side of the city. We decided it was just too hot to do anymore hiking, so we admired them from the comfort of our air conditioned truck.

Three Sisters
We spent our last night in Santa Fe and headed the next morning to Las Cruces to visit our friends, Susan and Dick. It’s a 6-hour drive and we enjoyed following the Rio Grande River through the middle of the state. It provides a green ribbon through the desert for the length of the state. We visited with Susan that afternoon and got settled in their lovely and comfortable casitas. The next day we went to White Sands Missile Range to see the Museum and Missile Park. There was, among many others, a sectioned V2 rocket on special display. That’s the one used to bomb England during WWII. We then continued on to White Sands National Monument and what a treat. It is the the world’s largest gypsum dune field. Have you ever been in a snow storm in the height of summer in the desert. The roads were even plowed like after a snow. We had borrowed sledding disks from Susan and tried our hand at sliding the dunes. We discovered that you had to be on an almost vertical slope to move. A little scary if you’re standing at the top of a tall dune and used to slippery snow. We drove the 8-mile driving tour and walked a few of the short trails, but it was very warm. The exhibits at the Visitor Center outlined where the sand comes from, how it moves across the desert, and how the dunes are formed and change over time. The landscape is constantly shifting and evolving with the varying winds, and it is gorgeous.

JEK Sledding at White Sands National Monument
The next day Susan, Johnny and I hiked the Dripping Springs Trail in the Organ Mountains. Yes, it was hot, and we carried a good supply of water. The trail wound up the mountain to the Van Patten Mountain Camp (a hotel), the Boyd Sanatorium for TB patients, and, of course, the Dripping Spring. In the early twentieth century, for people to get to the camp or sanatorium, it was an eighteen mile trip by horse and buggy from Las Cruces and took all day. The roads were not very good. When we finished the hike we went to Mesilla, a historic town that at one time was the largest town between Los Angeles and Santa Fe. We had lunch at Josefina’s and it was very tasty. We walked the historic square and poked around in some of the shops. A leisure afternoon that was both warm and fun. We visited the I10 overlook that had a commanding view of Las Cruces and featured the roadrunner sculpture made completely of recycled materials. He was a delight, bobbing in the wind and greeting travelers as they came into town. Dinner was at Lorenzo’s, which as you might imagine is Italian and is very good. A change from Mexican food was a delight.

Roadrunner Sculpture, I10 Exit at Las Cruces

Van Patten Montain Camp, Dripping Springs
On Saturday Johnny, Dick, and Annie (Dick and Susan’s lively, friendly, wonderful dog) poked around the hills above their house, finding the hiding place of a desert fox and some interesting rocks. Then they hiked Achenbach Canyon. What amazing views from several points along the trail, a huge variety of geological formations, and several ecotones (transitions between microclimates) there were, among other interesting things to see. While Johnny, Dick and Annie were frolicking in the hills, Susan and I went to the Las Cruces Farmer’s Market. There was a little bit of everything there from fresh vegetables, artwork, baked goods, jewelry and clothing; you name it you could probably find it. I found a pretty sterling necklace and mesquite honey that we are enjoying. We stopped in what must be the world’s largest used book store. I have never seen so many books. Just about the time you thought you were at the end, you turned a corner and it there was more, lots more. A true treat, and we could have spent hours just browsing. That night we joined Susan and Dick for their supper club dinner and met three other delightful, interesting couples. The host served a tuna filet prepared Japanese style, and it was delicious. We enjoyed the evening and getting to meet some of Susan and Dick’s friends.

Looking Toward Las Cruces from Achenbach Canyon Trail
Sunday morning we got up, had a wonderful breakfast, packed up and headed for the Gila Cliff Dwellings close to Silver City, NM. We had had a wonderful visit with our friends. After visiting with them in their new home we can fully appreciate their decision to move. Las Cruces is a vibrant community nestled at the base of the Organ Mountains. It is beautiful.
We decided to make Silver City our base to visit some of the sites in the area. While driving around downtown taking in the historic part of the town, the truck’s transmission decided it was time to retire. We can relate, it’s just that the timing could have been better. Trying to get it repaired was not successful, so we ended up buying a new truck. We are enjoying it but the experience has had its difficulties. It is a story for another time.
We went to the Gila Cliff Dwellings by way of the Trail of the Mountain Spirits National Scenic Byway--don’t you just love that name?--a gorgeous drive through the Gila National Forest. I still marvel at how the Native Americans built these structures and then continued to climb these hillsides up and down on a daily basis. They definitely were extremely physically fit and probably did not have the obesity problem plaguing Americans today. My hat is off to them. We learn a little more about the current theories of the ancient people and their lives at each site that we visit. Near the end of the drive along the Byway, one comes across the Chino open pit copper mine. It is awe-inspiring to think of the cubic miles of dirt that have been moved. The pit and tailings spread for over five miles along the road and extend at least a mile off in the distance from the road. The gorgeous varying earth tones of the barren hillsides are in stark contrast to the destruction done to the mountains.

Gila Cliff Dwellings from the Trail

Ponderosa Pines of Gila National Forest

Chino Open Pit Copper Mine
On Wednesday we visited Whitewater Canyon Catwalk, and we are so thankful that we made the trek. You are on a steel mesh bridge anchored in the canyon walls, suspended at times at least twenty feet above the creek. With the giant boulders, numerous waterfalls, lush greenery, and the rushing mountain water you are truly in a special place. Its one of those places we had never heard of and glad someone told us about it. A true treasure. After the catwalk we went to Mogollon Ghost Town. It was the site of a long ago abandoned silver mine. You can still see the remnants of the mine on the hillside. Since people are living there now and businesses are open on the weekend for tourists I am not sure how it qualifies as a ghost town, except the mining part is the ghost I guess. When finished exploring we headed back to our campsite to plan our trip to Tucson and Saguaro National Park.

Catwalk at Whitewater Creek

Mogollon General Store