full circle in the hundred acre wood

Buck and I shared raisin bran and a banana, showered, packed up and went by Alan’s to see his deer and elk trophies on our way out-of-town. I packed the ubiquitous cheese sandwiches, Cokes and pretzels for our drive back to Santa Fe. We decided to drive back through Taos, and even made reservations at a Holiday Inn there in case we decided to stay. But the lure of returning to the Santa Fe Residence Inn was strong. We asked for and got, #1024, the same room in which we earlier had so much fun.

The drive was striking. In one particularly desolate area, there was a colony of underground dwellings, truly bizarre. We also saw what appeared to be old cars, buses, hunks of metal, etc. turned into places to live. One area where several of these impromptu dwellings were had a Land For Sale sing on the main road declaring “If you lived here, you would be home now!”

We stopped at the Rio Grande Gorge, parked and made the pilgrimage to the gorge overlook along with stopped elderly couples, fat women with dangling cigarettes, leather-clad bikers on their gleaming Harleys pierced and tattooed but generally quite and somewhat courtly in their manner.

Speak. Leave a memory.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Little Fears

Flash fiction tales of humor, horror and whimsy

territori del '900

identità luoghi scritture del '900 toscano

Extra Dry Martini

Straight up, with a twist.

Natalie Breuer

Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.

Our Florida Journal

Exploring Florida - Naturally

Richard Gilbert

The website of Richard Gilbert.

%d bloggers like this: