This young lady was new to the line up of dancers this evening.

A cabin that hikers, mountain bikers, rafters, and fishermen can use at the bottom of the Rio Grande River canyon.

A friend of ours who's wife passed away this last year wanted to spread some of her ashes in a spiritual setting.

I had visited here a few days before and thought it would be a nice place for her to rest.

On the way home Brandon, Don, and myself stopped by the Red River fish hatchery. It is still just as much fun to feed the fish as it was when I was a kid.

I have no clue what this is, but it was mounted on the wall in the men's room.

We ate at the Big Dawgs Restaurant in Espanola for breakfast.
Very good.

Cool mural on the wall

I had the huevos rancheros

Sherm had the five pound ham steak and eggs

Don had the eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns

The next few pictures are just views we had riding the backroads.

We stopped at a quickstop on an Indian Reservation. Sherm kept teasing this poor dog like he was giving him something to eat. After tiring of the teasing game, the dog took a bite of this drumstick.

After his first taste, he spit it back out. Here is Sherm putting triple anti biotic on the drum stick.

I love riding the back roads!

We were entertained last evening by the Taos Pueblo Native Dancers

They performed several of their native dances

They even had some of the VROC folks join in. I wasn't able to as I needed to take these pictures.

Sherm was taking them from the other side, but he didn't have good light. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that.

The drummer kept the beat for the dancers and they were both singing the chants.

Almost every attendee lined up for the Enchanted Circle ride today.

A very nice formation ride at a relaxed pace

Having lunch in Red River outdoors.

Eating very healthy as usual

Joe, Yvette, Austin, Jamie, and Trouble all rode in from the wrong direction so they could park on the other side of the road.

So comfortable to ride in beautiful areas and balmy temperatures.

Still a little snow on these thirteen thousand foot hills.

We stopped for a visit at the Vietnam Memorial.

They had this Huey there

It was fun to look at up close

I'm not a hundred percent that it is actually designed to fly.

It's all hanging from here

Many young men alone with their thoughts

None of these guys are vets, but the guy in the middle looks like he should see one. 

We rode past Kit Carson's house on our way back to the motel.