Two full weeks in Agua Piedra Campground. At 8,529′ it was perfect weather for July in New Mexico. Cool at night and cool in the mornings. A nice campground, with oodles of walks and oodles of birds. I spent hours watching a pair of ravens talking to each other, many pairs of flickers, and lots of unidentifiable flying things.
And oodles of chipmunks. Yes, I know I am not supposed to feed them. I couldn’t resist a Cheerio to one who showed up every morning.
There was an inspiring camper, Sylvia (84 yeas old) who had been studying the flowers of the area since 1953. She was a wealth of information and put me to shame with her hiking abilities. There was also beautiful group camping area with an old cabin.And oodles of flowers.
Right now I am in Taos, NM in a hotel celebrating 1 whole month of not smoking cigarettes. A friend from Asheville, Marlis, joined me and we explored and ate and laughed. In Taos we ate the best meal from a food truck that the two of us had in a very long time. Spelt and grains and kale and tomatoes and cilantro and so good we still haven’t stopped talking about it! Then we found our new favorite beer, Kirin. We hiked around in the Carson National Forest, looking for interesting camping spots.
Then I panicked when I thought the gas tank had ruptured. There was gas spreading all underneath the truck. Aggh! Found it was actually a ruptured canister of gas on top of the truck leaking. Phew. The panic forced me to join AAA.
Now I am headed to a higher altitude for the rest of July and August.