“A green and pleasant day” of hikes, today (Friday), on New Jersey’s Bull’s Island, in the middle of the Delaware River.
Followed by a sinuous, climbing drive up the Delaware’s other bank, into deeply forested Pennsylvania. Silos rose against a gentle sky, and farmstands lured with hand-lettered signs.
Fay Lachmann, key adventure buddy who has been in other geographies lately, initiated this excursion. As she drove, Fay reminisced about recent blogs on Janet’s Jeanette’s and my Santa Fe and Taos journey.
Our goal was Carversville, its storied Inn. We settled into possibly my best meal ever in that 1800s structure. Fay’s enthusiasm for wild skies, weathered adobe, sagebrush seas in my recent blogs suffused me with longing for our Southwest.
In the midst of all that greenery, I decided to come home and take NJWILDBAUTY readers back to Santa Fe. I have left a part of my soul in that land of sand and sage and juniper, walking amongst the quaint and the rustic; challenged and intrigued by the tough and the vivid.
I especially miss art at every turn. Here is Canyon Road of Santa Fe, Gallery Central, unfurling like a tapestry beneath technicolor skies.