At first, I considered writing two versions of this journal: one for my private journal, and one for my web site. I thought some of my more private thoughts were not worth sharing. However, by the time I got through it all, I realized that those ideas were what made ...

We flew out of Maryland and had a reasonable direct flight into Albuquerque on Southwest Airlines. Jeff was fighting a sinus cold, but otherwise we were in fairly good spirits. Audra and I had just gotten back from Maine, which was extremely relaxing – if a ...

Kristy got up early to go ballooning while the rest of us stayed at the hotel. Since she had the car, we didn’t have much choice, but I definitely welcomed the chance to just stay in one place for a little while and get my bearings. Once ...

The Santa Fe School of Cooking was our primary reason for going to Santa Fe, about an hour south of Taos. Well, to be clear, Jeff wasn’t interested in the cooking class, but he came along for the ride and hung out in town while we ...

Wednesday was the eagerly anticipated “Taos Box” branch of the Rio Grande with the Los Rios River Runners. Jeff had done some rafting before, and Kristy had recently done a rafting tour of the Grand Canyon, but Audra and I hadn’t been rafting since 2006 when ...

We all agreed that a trip to a spa would be a good experience after a day of rafting. Taos Spa & Tennis Club – right across the road from our hotel – was an easy choice. I chose the 50-minute massage with a basic facial. This ...

The local papers were advertising a balloon festival in Angel Fire. On the way, we came upon the small shop of one Harry Coca, a local drum crafter, at 630 Pasos De Canon. We pulled up and the place looked like it was closed. I called the ...

Jeff arranged for a pick up in the morning to go rock climbing and was away for the bulk of the day, so we took the opportunity to see Taos Pueblo, the oldest dwelling in North America. They make you pay for a camera permit, which is ...

EPILOGUE Audra and I returned to hit the ground running with a BU Alumni theatre production (Laffing Room Only) and my summer internship with Greenwood. We also had the additional joyful task of filing a complaint with the owners of the ranch in Las Vegas to see what ...