I went up to Hamilton Mesa, in the Pecos, for the first time this fall. I chose one of the most glorious days possible for the hike and enjoyed every moment of it. (The drive up to Iron Gate trailhead, not so much.)
The Fogon Canyon Corral, in the Jemez, is one of the most interesting places ever. It’s an old corral that used the tuff wall of the canyon as one side of the corral. I somehow managed to get there at the peak of the fall colors this year.
Changing grape leaves against a background of red Virginia Creeper in Chimayó. This is one of my all-time favorite color combinations.
Yellow leaves and green reflections about a month ago, in Fred Baca Park in Taos.
I stopped by the Santuario de Chimayó a few weeks ago. I hadn’t been there for some years — it had become a bit too busy and commercial for my taste. I was driving to Taos that day and saw the turnoff, and made a split-second decision to visit. There were fewer people there that day and it was very peaceful — one of the positive effects of COVID-19, perhaps — and I was glad I’d made the sudden decision to turn off the highway.