Being a good Catholic boy, Joe wouldn't go into The Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi with me. Muttering something about the resulting Hellfire, lightning and brimstone as I crossed over the threshold....
Out for dinner tongiht at Chef Mark Miller's Coyote Cafe ( http://www.coyotecafe.com ). I have a chicken enchilada and the requisite Negra Modelo while the wife has some chicken taco kinda thing. This is the reason I love Santa Fe - the food is beyond fantastic for those of us that like hot, spicy southwestern cooking. Ate like a king every night!
It's kinda hard to maintain my svelte, girlish figure in this atmosphere, but I'll try to manage it...
As usual, my bar tab exceeded the price of dinner. It's a talent that I have. The Coyote had this wonderful mixture consisting of five cases of rum (60 bottles!) with pineapple and brown sugar. Then it steeps in this glass container for a period of time yielding a delicious concoction that'll knock your socks off....
Idaho and Libby are sort of in the eastern edge of my historic 'range'. I have fished Kokanusa a lot (I even fished the old Kootani where the lake is now). Some truly great places. Thanks again for the views!
Joe had a few of the drinks and they must have worked. He spent the rest of the night busting the wild bronco's of downtown Santa Fe. I was more than just a little bit surprised that overnight accomodations in the local jail were avoided.
Had breakfast each day at Tia Sophia's. Not really a tourist destination, but they do have the best breakfast in Santa Fe. Take that from a fat man. Breakfast burritos with green, red or both chili's. Mmmmm - that's good eatin'.
Also reminds me of that old piece of sage advice my Grand dad taught me: "to avoid personal chaffing, dab - don't wipe". Truer words were never spoken. He was a wise old man...
The next day we went to the Rio Grande Gorge outside of Taos. Certainly was a big hole in the ground. Odd how it formed in an otherwise pretty flat area....
Then we headed up to Los Alamos for a ride. Stopped by the fire station for a bit (Brian's a firefighter back home) and happened upon this fire truck. I'm not really into fire trucks, but this would have to be a blast to drive! Four seats across the front and the center one is the driving seat....
I don't know the name of this area, but it was off of Route 4 near Jemez Pueblo. It's about 5 miles off of the raod on a unmarked side road. It was an old railroad line that had several small tunnels hacked out of the rock to allow trains to pass through.
Leaving Ouray the following day, we head back over 550 to Silverton and our favoriye breakfast place; The Cow Palace. Cheap, plentiful platters and fast as well. Everything a breakfast place should be. And they have purple metalflake cushions on their chairs and booths. Can't beat that!
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