We slept okay, but the bus and its loft were buffeted but those powerful wind gusts all night. Sleeping in the windy loft is our land-based version of rocking at anchor in the sailboat.
We got off fairly early north and west up and over the Sangre de Christos to Taos - just an incredibly beautiful drive. The stretch up the East slope was the steepest and longest yet, but having practiced a little yesterday, we knew to stay cool and keep the bus slow and in its sweet spots. Much of this ascent was in second gear. The drive over and down the west slope was pure magic - we're both excited like little kids. Saw our first snow tops and stopped to snap a windblown Deb propped on a tree above a beautiful rushing stream.
At the base of the west slope lay Taos, a cool little pueblo of art and stucco, all nestled in arid greenery along pretty mountain streams. You can tell someone in recent past got it, and now architecture and public improvements, mirror the best of the little towns history. We treated ourselves to lunch al fresco at Grahams Grill on the square. The best tamales and chile reyelleno either of us have had. They call the fare "new mexican".
Now we lay to rest at a beautiful forest service camp, a little ways up a canyon from Taos. Just $5, no one but us and the little rushing stream adjacent is free! Our first campfire tonight while I research the next leg. Things are just great!!!
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