We spent a couple of days exploring the vibrant adobe metropolis of Santa Fe. The downtown area was captivating as every corner had more character than the last street that was just explored. We spent time hiking the Atalaya Trail, enjoying the beauty of the Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi and gorging ourselves on the best enchiladas we’ve ever stuffed in our faces. But still, my favorite Santa Fe memory took place in a little market in the town square. He was sitting among about a hundred different vendors. He had his merchandise showcased on a blanket laying on the cement in front of where he sat. As I walked up and looked interested in some of his breathtakingly beautiful jewelry, he began to speak, in hushed tones, telling me the story of how he came up with the designs and how he got here. As I walked away holding my purchase, I looked back and smiled. Knowing that the most valuable piece that I had gotten that day was not the piece of jewelry in my hand, but the stories told to me by Alfonso of Santa Fe.
Today, we woke up early to drive all the way to Petrified Forest National Park, Arizona. A little word to the wise, if you haven’t seen this park go now. Words cannot describe. Again another day where I didn’t need to speak, but instead try to take in the unbelievable views. If you haven’t been there, the park consists of driving through 28 miles of a small section of the Petrified Forest including outlooks and hiking trails. The short distance through the park lasted all day as we got lost in the incredible history and stories within the rocks.
More south west parks to come this week!
Love from the desert!