It's 7 p.m, Royce has filled the car with gas for a quick getaway tomorrow, and I'm hauling my stuff downstairs to determine where the heck everything is going to fit! I'm telling you, my minivan was a godsend for trips like this.
Woke this morning to dark skies and rain. It quickly cleared, but for the first time during our stay, it finally feels like fall.
Our first stop of the day was to walk up Kit Carson Road to the Studio de Colores Gallery, which belongs to artists Ann Huston and Ed Sandoval. www.decoloresgallery.com I bought a signed print from Ann in 2005. It hangs in my living room on Galena Court. She was there and just as friendly as I remembered her. Her husband Ed wasn't there. Ann does beautiful, moody pastels; Ed's work is vibrant and alive. Both wonderful.
Our next stop was Good Thunder Batik owned by the off-the-wall Gary Fey. For $40/person, he'll teach you how to make you how to make your own batik masterpiece - or piece. www.garyfey.com His website doesn't do justice to the vibrant colors of his finished pieces. And, sadly, I don't see my personal favorite, Frida Kahlo, resplendent with unibrow and upper lip down (big, fat mustache). Gary is not what you'd call PC, and told some rip-roaring jokes during our session with him. He even convinced a couple from New Jersey to tell one of their own - and have to say the guy came up with a good one. We said goodbye to Gary and walked out of his door to....
...the Taos High School homecoming parade, which put the already terrible traffic into mini-LA gridlock. I have some video but my less than PC commentary (damn you, Gary!) renders it unfit for the blog.
Drove down the main drag for our last meal at El Taoseno - another local establishment. Ricky's has better food, but Royce and I agree that El Taoseno wins 2nd place. We chowed down on spicy enchiladas and tasty tamales - only now I'm starting to pay for several day's worth of rich food. I will run along side of the car much of the way home tomorrow, so I don't have to borrow Kim's maternity pants once I get home. Burp.
I'll let Royce add something to this - and unless something really noteworthy happens between now and the time we get home, this is the end of our Tantalizing Taos Tidbits. Adios from Barbara.
Royce's two bits: BSR hit all the essentials (as usual), so I'll just add a quip or two on the homecoming parade.
Judging by the traffic jam the parade created, you would've thought Obama had arrived on the campaign trail to woo this little town of 6,000 residents; the only thing missing were helicopters.
Taos is beautiful on so many levels, but their traffic makes a Denver rush hour seem fun. Throw in a high school parade and you get gridlock on a world-class level.
The homecoming king n' queen were perched above the back seat of a '61 Caddy convertible; made me a little nostalgic, since that's my era (not that I had a Cadillac convertible back in the day -- but I did have a back seat).
The batik art lesson was a kick. Aside from Gary, the gallery owner, practicing his stand-up comedy routine the entire time with 113 silly jokes that we had forgotten before the parade was over, I learned that a person with no artistic skill (that would be yours truly) can fake it with a good batik instructor. Can't wait to see how my watermelon still life looks after rinsing it and iron out the wax when we get home.
Barb (aka the Picasso of Galena Court) produced another masterpiece, of course. I need a woman with no talent to boost my ego.
Not ready for this vacation to end, but one more day would just make us want one more after that. Besides, "real life" is pretty darn sweet, too -- and the pay is a helluva lot better.
Til next time, Taos...
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