A little overdue, but here’s a summary of our trip to the incomparable city of Taos in northern New Mexico. Taos is a little hard to describe. It’s part frontier town, part ski resort, and part hippie/hipster indie art hub. Add that it is the home of one of the most magnificent Pueblos in the country, and, well… you just have to experience it yourself.

Sorry it’s been a minute since I’ve updated y’all on our travels. We took an extended weekend to go mess around in Albuquerque. It was quite a mix of activities, but fear not, we do have a new trail and tavern to share in this entry.

A couple months ago, Michelle asked me, “have you ever been to a mountain lake? Because I’d really like to see that.”

Everyone’s got one. For Superman, it was Lex Luthor. For the PowerPuff Girls, it was Mojo Jojo. For right-wing extremists, it’s the existence of people with melanin. You get the idea. Well, Chamisa was ours.

After a LONG tough stint at work, I finally finished the project I was working on and took some much needed time off. Michelle and I headed out to northwest New Mexico for our most ambitious hiking trip so far: two back-country hikes in remote areas in three days. (Bisti and Chaco Canyon).