MY Road toTaos

I'm not sure when it was, but I first heard of Taos, NM, on the TV show Jeopardy. The answer was likely something about it being an artist's colony.  A few years later, I was attending a family Seder with a fiend, and his sister was telling us about her husband taking a trip out west and staying a few days in the town of Taos.  She asked if anyone had ever heard of the place. I was able to say that I had heard if it, but only knew what I heard on TV years before.

Fast forward about 20 years -My friend and I went our separate ways and we each married happily
After my husband died, I met a psychic who gave me a message  clearly from my husband. Shortly after that, I saw an ad for a South West Spirit Quest Tour, being led by this same woman. I was feeling called to explore the spiritual side of life since my husband Joe died, and had long felt an attraction for the South West since my first husband Jack and I had hoped to move to Arizona before he became ill and died rather suddenly many years before.

I signed up for a whirlwind trip of New Mexico and Arizona - Native American sites and healers, red rocks and vortices of Sedona, and finally a ceremony at Taos Pueblo on the last full day of the trip. I chose to sit out the Pueblo and spent the last day exploring Santa Fe on my own. It was relaxing to walk around town and sit in  the Plaza. We had a final gathering of our "Tribe" on Sunday morning before heading our separate ways. All in all it was a wonderful trip.

It took me another 6 1/2 years to return. Taos kept calling to me. I had never traveled any farther than the Jersey Shore, about 100 miles, on my own. My first solo adventure.  I reserved a quiet Casita not far from downtown Taos, flew from Philly Interrnational to Albuquerque, where I had dinner with a friend of a friend, then headed out the next morning for Taos. I thought I had explored the trip well online, but the thrill of actually driving north out of Albuquerque and through Santa Fe on my own was exhilarating. The first sight of The Mountain as I was coming up through Ranchos, my first chile burger, visiting the Pueblo, a taste of Fry Bread, driving across the Rio Grand Gorge bridge are all memories I will cherish forever.

In Northern New Mexico you hear about the High Road to Taos and the Low Road. both memorable. On the way back, I took the Low Road and the Turquoise Trail. The finale was driving about 15 miles of Old Route 66, and stopping for dinner at 66 Diner. Maybe I'll venture out on the Mother Road someday, but if not I'm grateful to have made the trip to Taos.