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.