(On our way to Taos, we spent a couple of nights in Pagosa Springs—we were ready for a bit of civilization after the remoteness of Goblin Valley and Cedar Mesa. A good long soak in the hot springs and a wonderful dinner out at The Alley Grille hit the spot.)
Back to Taos. We’ve been several times and always love it. The combination of cobalt skies, adobe architecture, art, creative food, and the Native American-Spanish-Anglo triad of cultures make for a fascinating and beautiful tapestry.
We visited the lovely San Francisco de Assisi Mission Church just outside of Taos—it’s the iconic church that was much painted by Georgia O’Keefe and photographed by Ansel Adams. We explored the downtown plaza area, browsed galleries, bookstores, and shops, and enjoyed lunch at The Dragonfly.
We also spent a delightful evening with our friends Kim and Rick (she’s a talented vegan chef, and made a delicious cauliflower crust pizza) and in several hours of relaxing at their beautiful home, barely scratched the surface of catching up with them since our visit last fall. So we continued on the next evening, meeting up at the venerable Taos Inn for open mic night (some very good local musicians, including a banjo player and an unassuming young guy who sounded remarkably like Cat Stevens—followed by an absolutely atrocious trio who couldn’t play or sing, but were soliciting tips for food). We then moved on to the Treehouse Café for drinks and a late-night meal; I think those were the best shrimp tacos I’ve ever eaten.
It was so much fun to experience more of the town with Kim and Rick, and to get a bit of the “insider” view of Taos. They’re in transition, making plans to move to Portland and looking to buy an RV, but we all agreed that we want to meet up again soon, whether it be in Taos, Ashland, Portland, or somewhere on the road.