September 26, 2007
September 26, 2007
From the Mesa Verde area, we drove back to Durango, and then continued east thru ranchland set amid rolling wooded hills. From the ornate ranch entry arches this area must be mostly owned by gentlemen ranchers. Although in fairness at one point we did see a couple cowboys crisscrossing the road trying to round up a stray “dogie”.
In mid state we turned south and crossed into New Mexico. After crossing over a high pass we descended down to the Rio Grande valley, a broad flat sagebrush plain. With little warning, this level road suddenly hits an old iron bridge spanning a deep narrow gorge. We stop and gaze at the Rio Grande River 650 feet below. Amazing!
Ten miles east we enter the town of Taos, NM and spend the night at a private RV park.
From the Mesa Verde area, we drove back to Durango, and then continued east thru ranchland set amid rolling wooded hills. From the ornate ranch entry arches this area must be mostly owned by gentlemen ranchers. Although in fairness at one point we did see a couple cowboys crisscrossing the road trying to round up a stray “dogie”.
In mid state we turned south and crossed into New Mexico. After crossing over a high pass we descended down to the Rio Grande valley, a broad flat sagebrush plain. With little warning, this level road suddenly hits an old iron bridge spanning a deep narrow gorge. We stop and gaze at the Rio Grande River 650 feet below. Amazing!
Ten miles east we enter the town of Taos, NM and spend the night at a private RV park.
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