Monday, November 17, 2014

Around the block #1

A trip this week took us south of Taos through the Orilla Verde Recreation Area in the Rio Grande Gorge. We took the road up the canyon with views of the mesa and snow capped peaks beyond, then turning north along the West Rim Road we crossed the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge and headed home to San Cristobal.

This time trip lasted about two hours but might have been longer had we encountered Bighorn sheep as we have on numerous occasions in the past. They, the Bighorn, were more elusive this time.

I've gone around the block many times … "around the block" might take an hour or maybe a short day trip which includes a sunset. On the other hand it might be a trip lasting numerous days. No matter it's length, it is a trip which brings us back home all the richer for the adventure and places we've explored.

Here are some images from the trip "around the block" before the snow storm hit Taos this week.

The Rio Grande Gorge cuts through the Taos Volcanic Plateau and the highway as it descends in to the canyon heading south to Santa Fe

An old dog watching us from the highway. I felt a kindred spirit.

This view of Gold Hill can be seen from the road as it climbs out of the Orilla Verde Recreation Area to the West Rim. At this point the views of the Gorge and the mountains beyond are most spectacular. 

On the West Rim is a very large steel building set off by the light and framed by the clouds and mountains  … I wonder what it is.

A raven soars overhead with a brooding sky. This is the storm building the day before the big snow storm.

A little patch of light hurries across the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo mountains and illuminates some areas of scrub oak and pine trees. 

Heading home through the Arroyo Hondo Valley the setting sun lights up the red willows and a cottonwood tree which only two weeks ago was full of golden leaves. The house on the right looks perfectly situated. The mountains which surround the whole of the Taos Valley and the neighborhoods beyond can be seen in all their evening finery.

Arriving home in San Cristobal the storm clouds build and the last light on the mountain beckons the storm to come.



Geraint Smith 
San Cristobal, New Mexico







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