There were still many things we could have done in Taos, but we opted to head west towards Ojo Caliente, with a stop for Babette to see the Michael Reynold's earthships. She was, in her own words, "smitten." I look for her to start collecting old tires any day now.
|Pottery Shards at Posi|
We headed back to Cortez facing darkness. We stopped in Pagosa Springs for double raspberry truffle breve lattes that kept us awake under a star-studded sky. We were gabbing away about our phenomenal 3 days when we suddenly came upon one of those nasty tire treads that had separated and landed in the middle of the road. In split second time, Babette thought it was a dead or injured deer in the road and jerked the wheel to miss it. The car swerved sharply back and forth, once, twice... barely righting itself as we were thrown back and forth. Life could have ended so fast.
We finished the trip in silence; finally talked about our close call the next day. Babette mentioned how she had strong angels and I told her about mine as well. We smiled at one another, drew deep breaths and exhaled great thanks. Those angels... I had communed with them in the labyrinth. They were definitely holding hands that night.
|The Labyrinth at the Mabel Dodge Lujan House|