We find Kaw-Lija’s, the one and only place in Eagle Nest to eat in late fall.

We learn a tad more about Eagle Nest -- at one time a gambling hell that would have made any Western Movie proud.

We meet the great beauty, and the vast sadness, of the Vietnam Veterans War Memorial of New Mexico.

I remember the day, many years ago now, when my teenage son saved a volunteer at the Taos Museum from death by pure apoplectic fury after she dealt with two fantastically rude and boorish visitors.

I recall staying in the “Fechin Inn,” seeing the works of Fechin himself, and meeting...oh my!...his daughter, the famous artist, model, and dancer Eya Fechin.

Taos and memories when jogging was "weird."

I remember Taos, Al’s Run, and the oh-so-naughty Mr. D.H. Lawrence.

We bail out of a bar, bail into a Gorge, and finally get something to eat in Taos.

We have a pleasant evening at the hotel, complete with a wee fire in a kiva fireplace.

Meet the Cottonwood--one ‘ell of a terrific tree.

We head to Taos, home to 1000 years of history, and not a few amazing artists.

Cafes, Flying Dogs, and a velociraptor on a velocipede. What more could you ask?

We are off to New Mexico, and I'm freaked out by altitude sickness.

And we're back to New Mexico...for a very important birthday.

We finally have a decent dinner, take pix of rusting ruins, and revel in being a role model for young marrieds.

We go to Doc’s...and I realize I’m I’m Napoleon of screw ups and the Alexander of fiascos.

We see more of Corpus Christi, discover some amazing murals and art deco architecture...and view some scars from recent economic downturns.

We meet Corpus Christi, and discover it is -- yikes! -- a real city.

Our 43rd anniversary (whoa). And I begin our wild and woolly Corpus Christi tour.