Taos in particular had an accidental rainy summer. It is lush. They are harvesting hay. Fresh sweet corn signs on every corner. Rain showers are almost predictable about 5 PM.
This is the place I run away to...
This year, temperatures and grief and all sorts of things were doing their work on me. So, as soon as the pavement cooled I ran away to Taos. My late husband is "buried" or ....shall we say, his ashes are spread there.
I don't know why the expression, "depressed" never occurs to me when I am there. I am there. I am not in the past or the future. I just stay right where I AM , without past or future.
Without expectation. And each day brings anticipation. What will happen today? I wait and be surprised.
The field I love for best sunsets was mostly all hazed by western fires. But I see, by the rocks, that many have visited.
Or, you can look a different direction.
My Em has been a very good traveler.
Really, the Best dog yet, as a traveler. She never complains and always delights.