The Petroglyph National Monument September 2023

 W returned to the outskirts of Albuquerque to visit the Petroglyph National Monument. The rock carvings are estimated to be 400 to 700 years old. They are etched into volcanic rock that was created by prehistoric fissure eruptions. The area is considered sacred by the native people that originally inhabited the area. Today that sacred area sits across from a subdivision of the stucco tract houses that are ubiquitous in the southwestern U.S. 

Our first stop was the visitors center where we were provided with maps of the various trails that wind through the monument and directions to their starting points. I look up and see the type of  hawk gliding above the parking lot whose beautiful black and white wingspan have been recreated countless times over the centuries in art, textiles, basketry, pottery and jewelry. 

We decided on the Piedras Marcadas Canyon trail where the petroglyphs are the most closely concentrated. We  laughed at the directions to the trail site which told us to turn left at the Sonic fast food outlet. The parking lot for the trailhead is located behind the Valvoline oil change station. I find it kind of sad that so many of the nation's natural treasures are almost only accessible by private car. 

Leaving Valvoline behind us we hit the trail. After a short trek we began to see the carvings etched into the tumble of rocks. In spots they travel far up the black stone walls. We jokingly refer to them as 700 year old graffiti. The meanings of the symbols are lost to time. Some may only hold meaning to the one that carved them centuries ago. One in particular seems to tell a story but what that story is is anyone's guess.

Along the way I hear a couple remark on the Chicago Fire Department tee shirt my husband is wearing. A brief conversation with them reveals that they are from the north west suburbs of Chicago. 

The sun is bright and hot. One man is wearing a safari hat with sun shield veils on its sides, a long sleeve shirt and shorts. His calves are dark brown. I thought about what his tanline must look like. There is the well known farmer tan, I don't know if there is a word for a calf tan.

Taos, The Gorge Bridge September 0223

 Our final stop in Taos was the Gorge Bridge. Several people during my pre trip research had mentioned the George Bridge as a must see. Online photos show a bridge, nothing more. However, deciding locals would be likely to know what's what and it being so highly recommended, we decided to place it on our list. 

It is not the bridge, it is what it spans. Far, far below the Rio Grande flows. It is rather shallow this late in the season but bare rock on either bank give an indication of what is is like at it's highest level. Sunlight plays on the steep, rugged stone walls. We were once again amazed and humbled at the thought of the millennia it has taken for the river to wear away the earth and create this spectacular sight. 

There are places on the bridge where it juts out to afford the visitor a better look at the breathtaking manifestation of the power of water, time and nature. In a move simultaneously heartbreaking, humanizing and macabre, there are terminals at each overlook giving those considering ending their lives by jumping over the side of the bridge a last opportunity to contact the help they may need to change their decision.  If a button is pushed they are able to speak to someone about what has brought them to that moment. 

In these tumultuous, politically and socially divided and benighted times it gives me hope that we have not yet completely divorced ourselves from compassion, kindness and caring for others.

Taos Pueblo September 2023

 We drove through the town of Taos. From the car we saw blocks of adobe buildings containing art galleries and shops. It is a place for people above our pay grade to while away time surrounded by history. 

We headed to the Taos Pueblo. It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. A small river runs between multistory adobe structures, some estimated at 1000 to 1200 years old. They have been continuously inhabited by the same families, the dwellings are passed down generation to generation. Some of the dwellings have been turned into shops selling crafts created by the local Native American people. Several signs remind visitors that this is a place where people live and to  show respect to their homes. 

We realized the effectiveness of adobe as a building material when we commented to one gentleman in his small shop how cool it was compared to the much warmer temperatures outside. He said that in the summer months, we were there in September, the difference was even more noticeable. All the structures we were in had small skylights. I believe these were originally the escape for the smoke from the fires that helped keep warm them in the winter. 

As we walked through the area we were awed by the thought of the history this settlement had witnessed. In the U.S. this type of antiquity is virtually nonexistent. There are some ancient ruins left behind by early people who, for reasons unknown, moved on, but this special place has managed, somehow to survive. 

Rancho de Taos September 2023

Nature from Albuquerque to Santa Fe utilizes a limited palette. The desert stretches out as a sand colored mass broken up by dark green shrubs and occasional small stands of bright yellow flowers. As one travels north the mountains that loom over Santa Fe add a different shade of green to the landscape. Further north, as one continues to Taos, the wind has begun to carve the rocks into otherworldly shapes. As the road starts to follow the Rio Grande a new, rich, verdant strip is added. Thick foliage clings to the edge of the water which gives it life. 

We stop at Rancho de Taos, a collection of 80 buildings that are centuries old.  The woman at a gift shop we wandered into tells us the building we are in is 300 years old. Thick posts lining the ceiling hold up the roof. She points out where the original floorboards, still intact. have been patched with metal in spots to repair damage done by mice over the boards considerable life span. The structures are grouped around a plaza. In the center of it stands a 200 year old adobe church dedicated to St. Francis of Assisi. In the adobe walls of the church one can still see bits of straw that was mixed with mud to form the thick walls. They glisten in the bright sunlight. The interior of the church, as well as the others we have seen on this trip, is spare, almost austere. It is a place to worship and meditate not impress and intimidate.

 

Museum Hill Santa Fe September 2023

 My first introduction to Santa Fe's Museum Hill was when it was used as a site for an episode of Antiques Roadshow. There were 2 museums located there as well as a restaurant with lovely views of the mountains in the distance. During our visit large scale, brightly colored sculptures of fanciful animals adorned the spacious plaza between the buildings.

The Museum of International Folk Art houses an impressive collection of  art forms created by a  number of different cultures from all over the world, as the museum's name implies. There are crafts, glorious textile creations and costumes worn when celebrating various festivals. One gallery is devoted to the dress of the Inuit people who live in the forbidding cold of the artic region. The highlight is a spectacular array of dolls and miniature tableaus. Small carved figures crowd around handcrafted diminutive buildings inspired by architecture from a wide variety of locales. Tiny people crowd around and line up to enter dollhouse like Russian palaces and Mexican cathedrals. There is a riverfront scene with boats, on wheels, this particular piece being a rather elaborate toy, sailing down a painted "river" that runs through a miniature village.  There are dolls and vignettes everywhere. If you are not charmed by the surroundings I would have to assume that you have no soul.

The Museum of Indian Arts and Culture, I found it odd that in this area of the country they did not use the term Native American, has a nice collection, some pieces dating back centuries, some quite contemporary. I got a comment on Facebook that someone was good friends with one of the artists whose work is on display there. Yet, somehow,  I did not find it engrossing. The exhibits seemed to lack focus. Perhaps had I visited it first before the Folk Art Museum I would have seen it in a different light.

According to Santa Fe tourism websites there are 4 museums on the hill but only 2 were in operation during our time there. A brief online search didn't provide any information on the 2 missing. Perhaps, like a number of other businesses and institutions, they were victims of the pandemic. The world constantly reinvents itself, our resilience is evidenced by the fact that time hasn't knocked us completely to the mat. We always beat the 10 count.

Our First Taste of Santa Fe September 2023

 After a breakfast on Santa Fe's plaza so bountiful that even I, a big eater, could not finish all of it, we began to wander the city. We marveled at the age of our surroundings, particularly notable for a U.S. city. Santa Fe is the oldest capital in the country.

I was impressed by the simple beauty of the church of St. Frances of Assisi which placed faith above the building where it was celebrated. We were also impressed with the professionalism with which a raging street person was ejected from the narthex. We visited the Loretto Chapel with it's miracle spiral staircase leading up to the choir loft, breathtaking in it's simple majesty. Our last stop was the oldest church in the nation, the San Miguel Mission. All three felt spiritual without the garish trappings I've seen in many of the cathedrals I've had the good fortune to visit, whose ostentation is ironic considering the vow of poverty taken by the church's leaders and servants. 

We strolled through the streets, occasionally stepping into shops which held an almost bewildering assortment of Native American jewelry and crafts, then headed off to the institutions on top of Museum Hill.

Madrid New Mexico September 2023

 The cheerful and friendly gentleman at the counter when we picked up our rental car suggested that on the way to Santa Fe we might want to stop in Madrid, once a small coal mining town, now reborn as a strip of galleries and funky eateries. GPS leading us we headed out through a landscape of brush studded hills. 

Nearing Madrid one can see remnants of it's past. Piles of coal dot the hills. Where the mines broke through the sand colored epidermal layer of earth brilliant colors have been revealed evidencing millions of years of geological history. 

The town features a single road of venerable repurposed structures populated with a  mix of  bikers, aging hippies and young hipsters. Behind the bar and restaurant, where we ate outside in the desert sunshine, is a small stage where various bands play against a backdrop of an antique locomotive and coal car, which harkens back to the town's past. An ancient pick up truck bears a hand painted sign which directs locals and visitors alike to the town's CBD establishment. We assumed that, looking at the people that lived there, it must do a brisk business. 

After lunch we continued to our hotel just outside the city and our balcony room that overlooked it. Travel weary we collapsed to sleep off our wanderlust dust in preparation for the start of our New Mexico adventure the next day.