Day 3 (Monday 7/25)

Monday we got up early, scarfed down a fantastic breakfast in about ten minutes, and jumped in the car before 8AM so we could be at the departure point for whitewater rafting by 8:30. Tons of fun, all in all, though the water could have been a little higher. Native Sons Adventures did a good job keeping us happy and in the boat, and was one of the less expensive outfits to run on that part of the river.


Aren't we gooberific?


Yes. Yes we are.


Now that's determination.


Look how in sync we are! (That's a good thing when paddling between huge rocks.)


Needless to say, we got a bit wet.

After the 2 hour trip, and nearly losing an eye to an errant oar handle (notice that I'm not wearing my sunglasses in the action shots, taken towards the end of the trip,) we went back to our kokopelli room at the Dreamcatcher to change clothes before heading out to the Taos Pueblo. We weren't allowed to take pictures that day, as there was a traditional corn dance planned, and eventually executed after the rain let up. It's a bit strange to me to know that there are still about 150 people living in those adobe structures.


It's an absolutely beautiful setting, right at the base of the Sangre de Cristo range.


The San Geronimo church was built in 1850 to replace another adobe church destroyed in the Mexican American War.


Looking out over the pueblo. Not a view we got to see, unfortunately. Obviously all these pictures are collected from other sites, since our cameras weren't allowed.


We bought some fresh bread while we were waiting for the dance to start. Best Bread EVER! It was so dense as to actually feel heavy when I first picked it up. Well, heavy for bread, anyway. So, so good. Now I'm salavating on the keyboard. Gross.


Just to get an idea of size. The pueblo was much larger than I had expected, even up to 3 and 4 stories in places.