We land in Eagle Nest. A peaceful lakeside fishing village today. But just a hop, a skip, and a jump from a sinister ghost town complete with its own serial killer.

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.