While IVO Taos (isn’t that a great acronym? IVO means In the Vicinity Of. Military people use it a lot.), I visited the ancient town of the Taos Pueblo. It is a perspective shattering experience to be in a town continuously inhabited for more than a millennium. No one can be sure, it could be substantially more. Native dogs roamed the pueblo and old women sold goods baked in traditional wood-fired ovens of adobe. I bought some and made little sandwiches for a week with the delicious bread. The baker assured me that the bread would be good for a week, “because it ain’t got no eggs or dairy in it.”
If a visitor could expel the inconsiderate swine other visitors and sit quietly for a moment, she could almost time travel to the ancient past, when humans lived in harmony with one another and their environment.
The Taos Pueblos was a center of trade before the Spanish thieves arrived. Residents hosted a trade fair every year after the harvest, attracting visitors and goods from all of the surrounding pueblos.
This little tributary of the Rio Grande flows from the sacred Blue Lake straight through the pueblo. A thousand years of generations have drawn water from this stream to sustain their households. They do the same to this very day.
It’s important for us interlopers to realize the dastardly acts that allowed our habitation of this landscape. The pictures of the dwellings are beautiful and reveal how well suited they are to their hot, arid place. They are cool inside when the sun is over head; warm in the chilly night. I am enjoying your travels.
amazing!
It’s important for us interlopers to realize the dastardly acts that allowed our habitation of this landscape. The pictures of the dwellings are beautiful and reveal how well suited they are to their hot, arid place. They are cool inside when the sun is over head; warm in the chilly night. I am enjoying your travels.