So, when we left Santa Fe ten days ago, we were driving along on I-40 toward Gallup, New Mexico and started seeing what looked like volcanic material. Hmmmm.
Whew, this past week has been a reminder of a few realities of our brand of RV/motorcycle travel: there is never enough time to see everything, do everything, share the things that you have seen and done, or adequate internet access. 🙂
One week ago, we were in lovely Santa Fe, at an even more lovely RV park, Santa Fe Skies, that I wrote about here. My last post covered a wonderful Day in Taos, and next on our list was a monument that we missed the last trip to the area, Bandelier National Monument. Bandelier is about an hours drive from Santa Fe, in White Rock near Los Alamos National Laboratory, and it is a remarkably well-preserved example of an Ancestral Puebloan community thought to have been occupied from the mid-1200s to mid-1500s.
It was a brief visit, but during our stay in Santa Fe, we really wanted to return to Taos, which was a favorite on a long-ago trip to New Mexico.
If ever there was an appropriately named RV park, this is It! I don’t normally write a post solely about an RV park, and this is one of those that you really want to keep to yourself, but it was so special, I decided to share it anyway.
Ok, I will admit it. Even though we planned to come visit the Caverns from the beginning of our trip planning, I thought it might be just a big tourist trap. Au contraire, my friends!
We are in week one of a two-month ramble, west from Georgia to Texas, New Mexico, Utah, and Colorado. As you may know, San Antonio is very special to Jerry and me, since we met here and started our 20+ year adventures together. ❤
The hubs and I started riding almost 20 years ago, at “advanced” ages, for most motorcyclists. Better late than never, right? We made up for lost time, however, taking almost all of our vacations on our bikes, traveling all over the US and into Canada. We lived in Metro Atlanta for 12 of those years, but then we got tired of having to ride back into the city after a long day on the bikes, and we moved north. Into the foothills of the Appalachians, near Dahlonega, Georgia, AKA motorcycling heaven. So…there are LOTS of wonderful roads in our “hood”. And we consider our hood to be within 200 to 300 miles, of course. 🙂