July 25th. Goodbye Cimarron Canyon. We’re up before dawn and heading west along Hwy 64 as the first pale rays of the sun pierce the morning sky. Looking forward to heading Taos way, I enjoy freshly brewed coffee that was the only thing I did before we headed out. We make a stop just before we leave the park, and I feed the Boys and take them for their morning walk while enjoying the rising sun casting a warm golden glow on the Palisade Sills.
We continue on Hwy 64 taking the lower route of New Mexico’s Enchanted Circle that will take us up to Taos. I stop and photograph the lush carpet of lupine and another unknown wildflower that is along the road.
I barely notice that there appears to be someone about a quarter mile up the road standing in the middle of it. One sees all kinds of weird things.
Done with the camera I hop back in the van and drive up the road. Yep, there’s someone in the middle of the road. Stopping traffic. With only one car ahead of me I soon find out that the highway is closed due to a big rig having turned over on one of the curves. He is not sure when it will reopen, but certainly not until late afternoon at the soonest.
We turn around and head to Angel Fire where I find the library. It has good internet signal out in the parking lot so I catch up on blog posts and get a couple scheduled before the Boys get restless. A gentleman is making a call outside his vehicle, and I hear him tell someone that ‘he won’t make the meeting’ as the highway will be closed until tomorrow. Alrighty then, let’s go get the laundry done guys!
Once I have the laundry washed and partially dry, the blue sky is studded with thunderheads. I grab a couple of shots of the ski run that can be seen from most places in this swanky little village.
Where we gonna stay tonight Boys? What say we head back out to Coyote Creek State Park? We may luck out and find a spot out there this time, and I’d like to be somewhere before this storm hits. We’ll be there before the big thunder rolls don’t worry. It’s only 17 miles.
Coming up to that 3 mile narrow paved goat trail we make it without meeting any vehicles, and we don’t get hit by lightning. 🙂 We arrive at Coyote Creek State Park. I drive clear to the back and even up into the “Forest Area, additional campsites” which no one in their right mind would stay in. Yes, it is that bad. Not a level site to be found in any of the five or so spots, and getting into any one of them is a nightmare: No place to easily turnaround, rutted road, tight corners, if you need to back in you have to do it backing up hill. As we are jockeying around trying to turnaround, some poor couple pull up towing a trailer. The main part of Coyote Creek State Park has lovely sites and good dirt road.
We motor back down to the entrance I find the camp host and ask if there are any open spots with shade. There is, but it’s right in the circle where those who need electricity line up like cord wood. It looks to me like the spot blocks the road, but camp host says to take my pick of the two spots there. Not ideal, but I am not fond of the idea of going back to the national forest road where we could probably find a boondocking spot, but the mere thought of traveling along that ridge in another lightning storm makes my stomach churn. We’re staying here guys.
I barely get the Chiweenie Brothers out for a short walk and back in the van when BOOM! BOOM! Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom pierces the air like artillery fire. The storm is here and it’s vicious. Fries wants under the covers of the bed, and I let him in while I start rubbing his side and back with small circular motions, never taking my hand off of him. This was the technique I used, called T Touch, to get him used to thunderstorms to begin with, and after a bit I can feel him relax even as the storm drops buckets of water, bolts of lightning light up the sky, and the thunder continues to roll. As has been seen elsewhere, the temperature drops about 20 degrees.
We end up staying here for several days, attend a flag lowering ceremony put on by the Boy Scouts to show support, and take long walks to the back of the park and back again, sometimes twice day.
Friday morning, coffee in hand I pour over the map making note of the roads that lead out of Taos trying to decide where we should go from there. I have a good idea of where we will head, but the final decision will be made once we get to Taos and do our supply shopping. Taking the last swig of my now cold coffee, I make a face, grab the leashes, and take the Boys for their morning walkabout. That done, we motor out of Coyote Creek, taking Hwy 434 back to Angel Fire and head up Hwy 64 where we begin to climb and twist and turn along the snakey mountainous highway.
Coyote Creek State Park is known for its good fishing. There is a large group site here, a small area with electrical hookups, but you’re packed in as you would be in a commercial campground. Showers, water, garbage, and a dump station are available. A few sites scattered about have shade shelters, most have picnic tables. The roads around the park are dirt, but nice and smooth and there’s no dust.
Thanks for joining us! Hugs, Shawna