On our way back to Albuquerque, we had the most exciting part of the day for me, a stop at El Morro, a national monument. I stood on a rock and looked down into a deep spring-fed pool that got its water from the top of the mesa (look up). As you probably know, a pool like that is pretty rare out here in the desert, and people came from all over, starting with the Indians, to stop and drink water and rest there.
Starting with the Indians, they also wrote on the rocks. (This is also called "Inscription Rock.") The Indians wrote in petroglyphs, and then later Europeans came along and wrote their names, including one guy who did some pretty amazing writing which I couldn't read, but which looked pretty nice.
After that, we went up to Albuquerque where Mom and Dad bought more jewelry and I went nuts because everywhere I looked, there was another dachshund! (Afterward, Mom explained that they had mirrors under all the display cases and I kept seeing myself. Whatever.)
Then we drove up to Harry's Roadhouse Cafe in Santa Fe, where I had dinner in the parking lot (a real indignity, but ... that's the life of a dachshund). Then home to our Casita, where we're all snoozing out.
Sundance
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