The weather report called for high winds today and boy were they ever! We drove north from Santa Fe, cutting west on scenic Highway 96 towards Highway 550, which would take us into Colorado.
The gusts blew anything and everything that wasn't nailed down…including us. A veil of dust covered the landscape, creating a distant haze. Where would we have our picnic lunch?
At last a sign…the only welcome we'd come upon in miles and miles. We pulled in the parking lot and made ourselves at home, entertained by the comings and goings as we ate in our car. The Apache Nugget appears to serve as a welcome relief, not only for travelers but locals as well.
The historic plaza is the heart of downtown Santa Fe.
A hilltop view of downtown Santa Fe
After driving nearly 2,000 miles in eight days, we found a rest stop in Santa Fe, the capital of New Mexico. We found excellent food with a Southwest flavor, more than 200 art galleries, and a city dominated by pueblo architecture. Santa Fe is the oldest and highest-elevation (7,200 feet) capital in the United States. It is quite dry here now, so it is hard to believe that monsoon rains are common in July and August.
In September, the city celebrates the oldest fiesta in the country and visitors at that time of year may be lucky enough to see the aspens in full fall color. Native American history and culture play major roles.
After a relaxing and enjoyable visit, we head north to Durango, Colorado for a few days.