When driving on my own I got to stop for anything including scenery and even grasses.
Yes, once again there was the Rio Grande. It's always a surprise to me how often you see the river and at one point it might be a stream and at another point it's wide enough and deep enough for white water rafting as it is in the photo above.
Then as I entered the Chimayo area there were these warning signs. No flooding today but it must be an issue at times here.
I ended up having to park at a more distant lot in Chimayo and saw areas we had not seen before and sights that were new to me but spoke of the desire for healing and more.
An area to sit and rest or have lunch and I'm sure there were services or gathering in this area. I didn't see anyone to ask so I just had to guess.
Finally getting to the Santuario where Dick and I had actually entered, I was tired and thirsty and wanted a bathroom besides! I found a toilet, sat and rested a bit but was not ready for $2.50 water. Sometimes I can be very cheap.
I did visit the Sanctuary and went all the way in but found that my old knee and my new knee did not allow me to get my hand to the base of the hole where the 'holy dirt' was so I had to leave that experience alone. I still have a little jar of the dirt from my prior trip so I suspect I'm ok!
By sunset I was at my motel with the Sandias out my window. My orange Mustang was out there too and so all I needed was the rest of my tamale meal for dinner, a dip in the indoor pool and my bed! A very good day indeed.