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We Are Not Alone

I’m sorry Roswell, but if an alien spacecraft really did crash in one of your farms, it’s probably because the driver of said spacecraft fell asleep at the wheel (?) out of sheer boredom with the town of Roswell. I know I almost did. And another thing!! If alien life forms actually did swing through Roswell to check out life here on Earth, odds are that we probably won’t be seeing them again any time soon, cuz lord knows I sure as hell wouldn’t wanna come back here. I’m sure the surface of the moon would be WAY more entertaining than this dot on the map.

Tranquility

There’s just something about driving down a small farm town road for forty-some-odd miles without seeing a single sign of another human being that brings a smile to my face. Complete silence, and nothing but the horizon for as far as the eye can see in a full 360 degrees.

“Is anybody out there?”
Nope.
Good.


Photoshop had a tough time stitching together this panorama for some reason, so just ignore those image anomalies. I’m pretty sure you get the idea.

Santa Fe

It’s an artsy little town with all adobe styled buildings, many of which are filled with galleries. You’ll also find lots of friendly people, lots Native Americans selling silver & turquoise jewelery, and lots of REALLY GOOD Mexican food! If you ever wander through Santa Fe, be sure to stop by Cafe Pasqual’s for some food. I ate breakfast there and ended up walking out with a tub-o-salsa it was soooo good!

Taos Pueblo

Adios Colorado. Hola New Mexico. First order of business, Taos Pueblo. Said to be one of the longest continuously inhabited dwellings in the world, these multi-storied adobe buildings are made from only natural resources found in the surrounding area. It’s still inhabited today by about 150 Taos Indians who speak Tiwa, an undocumented language passed down through the generations. Oh and they also speak English so that they can charge you an entrance fee to this Unesco World Heritage Site.

The Suspense Is Killing Me

I woke up this morning nice and early so that I could beat the heat and ride my bike out to the Royal Gorge Bridge. Normally a 6-mile bike ride would be a walk — er, ride in the park, but at this altitude (6,000 feet ASL) it takes a bit outta ya. The bridge is one of the tallest suspension bridges in the world at 955 feet up.

And speaking of death by suspension… on the way out of town I swung by the Prison Museum to brush up on my history of the Colorado Dept. of Corrections. Apparently there are 14 different prisons in this area, which is why that nice lady suggested against picking up any hitchhikers. Duly noted.

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