We rose at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning to head back to Albuquerque where my dad would be catching an early morning flight. The sky was jet black and the tiny town of Taos was still fast asleep.
As we followed along the Rio Grande, the sky began to brighten and turn from inky black to a pale, milky blue. Weather had come in and the royal blue sky of the last few days had disappeared. It was a good day to head back.
The two and a half hour drive back to Albuquerque was peaceful and serene. Hardly a soul was on the road. I admired the lone western countryside and saw real rugged beauty in its jagged mountains and unique southwestern landscape. It is not like Arizona; there are no cactus in sight. Yet it still has that dessert, western feel to it. It was lovely.