the land of enchantment in april

To me New Mexico is October but a combination of covid and Southwest Airlines schedule changes found us booking a trip in April. And of course there is the Spring caddis hatch on the Rio Grande. The two of us are just not tourists but we are always on the lookout for fish. Look closely to find the fisherman. 

 

Somehow we found ourselves in Santa Fe on Palm Sunday in the middle of a procession complete with Archbishop and bell ringing. Brought back memories of all those meatless Fridays.

 

If I find a labryrinth I'll walk it. 

 

From Santa Fe we headed north to Taos, where the wind blew and the temperature dropped but we had the Sacred mountain outside our door and the Harwood Museum and Mooncat Fibres less than a mile away. Good thing they were close, it was 37 out with a windchill taking it down to 24 and we are wimpy bay area residents. Whose idea was it to walk anyway?

 

 

 

After three days in Taos, complete with two breakfasts at Ricky's (not on the tourist list), we headed to Dixon.

 

Dixon was our home base for five days with daily excursions to Pilar, on the Rio Grande. In search of the elusive caddis hatch and brown trout. After several attempts that yielded neither, and despite what the fishermen say, they need to catch fish, we discovered a magical hour in the late afternoon when the sun left the canyon.

 

 

Looking forward to an October return, although April was certainly enjoyed.