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 eat at the Kitchen Of Blue, and stay in a positively Adorable Adobe.

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.

Some last thoughts about New Mexico...and life.

We have Contemporary Art and really great chicken.

We leave the Turquoise and head to High Noon for a terrific lunch...against all odds.

Happy Mother's Day

Just some technical background on Turquoise, and asking if we can make it in a lab. (Answer: Yes. But do we want to?)

We exit the Turquoise Museum, and meet the informative and insightful “Mrs. Joe Dan.”

We are inside Albuquerque’s Turquoise Museum, and it is amazing!

We enter the Turquoise Museum, and it is as magical as Aladdin’s Cave.