Back to Santa Fe! Two saints, one rather grim archbishop, a spectacular landscape, and a heating system that didn't quite heat. Join us for the last leg of our New Mexico adventure!

So last time I had us just leaving the Taos Pueblo. We then returned to the Taos the Town. We had to drive through the middle of it to get to the highway. We had forgotten something, though. It was No Kings Day. The minute we got to the town limits, the sides of the road were lined by protestors. There were signs and cheers and chants everywhere. And while it wasn’t official, the traffic moving down the road between the demonstrators had become a sort of impromptu parade. Eve

We buy our granddaughter a beautiful Native American bracelet, hope we’re not fools.”

We visit the North House ((“Hlauuma”), the South House (“Hlaukwima”), and the ruins of a church destroyed by the blasts of American cannons.

We meet the great Popé, a revolutionary champion of the Pueblo people.

We continue our visit to Taos Pueblo, and learn the background of a Great Rebellion.

How human macroparasites tried to infect the Pueblos, and why they failed

The beauty of Taos Pueblo, and the mystery of the The Ancestral Puebloans and their vanished cities.

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 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.

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.