Need Pot?

Early tomorrow morning, the wife and I will be heading out for four nights and days in beautiful Taos. On the way there, if you chose to get to Taos by way of Santa Fe, you might want to note you can get potted there. In fact, Santa Fe has lots of pots, but blue ones seem to be one of the more abundant colors.

But I think we'll skip Santa Fe tomorrow. Instead, I'm thinking we'll sneak up on Taos in surprise from the other side of the mountains just to its east. Maybe a place called Angel Fire, or Eagle Nest high above Taos, from where we'll descend under cover of the flashes and explosions of a mid afternoon thunderstorm's sneak attack, washing down from the heights in haste. Through the gullies along the path of least resistance we'll charge, taking the village by storm.

And overtaking it by complete surprise and securing a foothold inside the comfort of our inn, we'll then scout the area like all good insurgents doing subtle but valuable reconnaissance, beginning at Eske's, the township's only small, but most excellent, brewpub. There'll we blend into the crowd while devouring Wanda's Wicked Stew and swilling Ten Thousand Foot Stouts made from the waters of the mountains from which we just gushed down the hillsides in. Ah, to be reunited with old friends!

(More after we secure a foothold there!)