… Or Taos Again?

Northern New Mexico has become our go-to escape hatch. After the humid flatlands of north central Texas for almost 20 years, the wide open vistas and mountains, dry air, and minimal population are like a cool drink of water. Not tired of it yet – will take a few (hundred) more trips to do that.

After a long, long, long year of camping out in home offices and generally avoiding the public, we managed to block a few days for skiing. We had patiently waited for New Mexico to move in and out of various phases of lockdown and quarantine requirements – we’d driven through but been unable to stop other than getting gas and coffee, and looking longingly at the southern end of the Rockies. As some sort of stability approached, our future home state began attempting to open up the resorts to revive the economy.  Having been over a year since we last saw mountains and snow, excitement was high, tempered by the worry of navigating mask requirements and protocols.