Saturday, September 8, 2018

Los Alamos to Taos, New Mexico. No warnings apply.

Los Alamos never fails to sober me, not that such measures are often necessary.

Hans Bethe house. Please double-check this math for me.

Typical Cold War provisions, I'm told. We made do with wooden school desks.







 
Oppenheimer house. Still occupied, so only fence paparazzi are welcome.
















I asked the director of the Hans Bethe house to recommend the best starter book for the Manhattan Project; she suggested 109 East Palace: Robert Oppenheimer and the Secret City of Los Alamos, by Jennet Conant.

Leaving Los Alamos was much easier than getting in. Less than an hour later, we were indulging in cheap gasoline in Espanola.

We made the quick trip from Espanola, NM to the Orilla Verde Recreation Area. Wolfgang mentioned that he had never realized camping was available down this canyon road, so now he knows. We chose the Pilar Campground for its easy parking and available electric sites.


San Francisco de Asis Mission Church


San Francisco

We did spend some time in downtown Taos, as one does, and then I suggested we escape to Arroyo Seco and the Taos Cow







Taos traffic severed my last nerve, and this is how the frenzy perpetuates. A crazed driver temporarily throws his body at his horn, and the recipient passes it on to the next hapless driver. I love Taos, but its intractable congestion is putting it out of the relaxation zone.



















Swimming hole!






















The Rio Grande Canyon was beautiful, though, and at some point unknown to me becomes The Rio Grande Gorge.



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