I was looking at my old New Mexico Roads map that I’ve had for years and suddenly got an idea about the location of the treasure. It’s okay. You can laugh if you want too.
Anywhoo, I decided get permission from the wife and head the 3 hours up northeast of Taos to check it out. No heavy loads or lifting. Just checking. Well, Albuquerque traffic isn’t always fun. Read that as Never fun. This time I-40 east and I-25 North were both closed due to failure of people driving cars to.. well, drive cars.
I got out of town about 9. Drove through beautiful Espanola, New Mexico. (If you’ve been to Espanola, then I’m sure you can see the sarcasm dripping from that sentence. ITs not bad. Onate seemed to like it. Don’t think the Tewa’s cared for Onate though… just a guess.
Once you get past Espanola, if you are able to get past Espanola, its a beautiful drive up to Taos though winding river canyons and a history that runs over you like a mudslide. You can see the rift to the left as you enter this ancient Pueblo.
I enjoy a good rift as much as the next guy but I had things to do.
From Taos, I took a hard right toward Angel Fire. Now, if you happen to be using a GPS type device, and that device tells you to take a hard right at Apache Canyon. First, slow down or stop and look to the right to see the snow packed and covered dirt road where your devil of a GPS is taking ya. Luckily I knew where I was going so I chunked the GPS out the window and told her I’d pick her up on the way back.
I’ll finish this post quickly as I got to get running here. I can already hear my wife calling my name. And not in the good way. What? The good way is when she tells me dinners ready. Ya dirty minded folk. Shame on the lot of ya!
My idea included the Vietnam Veteran Memorial State Park there in Angel Fire. Holy ground if you ask me. And you didn’t. I suggest everyone, Treasure seekers or not, go to see this monument at least once in your life. Especially if you’re an American. You owe them that much.
Anyway, the story of the memorial can be found here. Go. Now.
Ok. Here are some photos I took. After I had locked my keys in my truck and had to wait for a locksmith to show up and help me… thanks Chuck. If you’re ever in a need of someone to jimmy your door open. Chucks the guy in Angel Fire.
The people there are fantastically sweet.
Anyway. I checked what I came to check. Said a thankful prayer for everyone lost in war and the loved ones they’ve left behind, then headed out.
No time left to check out the Scout Ranch or Agua Fria Trail. Some other time.
The rest of my weekend was spent with this guy and his mama.
Son wins the treasure race every time my friends.
Be careful out there.