Day 35

From Santa Fe, we drove up to Taos.  Neat little city, home to the Taos Pueblo.  We didn't visit, but had a remarkably good lunch at a little hole in the wall recommended by the parking lot attendant.  He reminded us that it's not Mexican food here, its New Mexican food.  We overheard some other patrons talking about the key lime pie.  Too full to do anything other than share a piece - it was perhaps the best I've ever had.  After lunch wandered the plaza.  This city has been here since the 17th Century.  Indian, Spanish, Mexican then American, like the rest of the region. 

Left town heading west and crossed the Rio Grande Gorge bridge.  I always think of the Rio Grande as our border with Mexico, but it starts in Colorado and runs all the way through New Mexico before it gets to El Paso.

We finished up at a State Park in New Mexico.  Nice camp fire, bag salad for dinner and off to bed.  Another good day