Up the Mountain, Down the Mountain
It happens in Taos. A moody sky. The storm gods mixin’ it up in the heavens, and you just know: anything could happen. But whatever it is, it’s gonna be pretty. In winter, that could mean a hail storm. Rainbows. Giant marshmallow clouds traipsing across the mountain tops. A shroud of fog.
On days like this I like to grab Izzy, my camera, and head out just to see what there is to see.
Those days have been few, sitting with Izzy as I do day after day on the couch, keeping her company and giving her comfort.
But today? She’s having a good day and the brooding sky is just too compelling. Deb volunteers to drive us up the mountain for a little Bavarian treat. Silas rides shotgun and Izzy and I take in the view from the back. I’ve got my cell phone for photography. Not ideal, but enough to capture this moment. And we’re off!
The view in the back seat:
Approaching Taos Mountain:
And now up up UP!
The Bavarian! The best thing about this authentic Bavarian lodge brought over piece by piece from Germany? Not the authentic 64oz. beers. Not the goulash soup. But the fact that they let Izzy inside to sit on the wool-pelt covered warm seats!
First class treatment from Laini! She’s mashing up sausage for Izzy straight from the kitchen!
And now down, down, down we go! So far it still looks like the same day. But in just a few minutes…
The sun begins to peek out and light-play with the trees!
We have to get out of the car and play in the light!
Once off the mountain, we stopped the car and took pictures facing the way we’d just come. Whoa.
What a ride.