It’s mid-morning under a brilliant blue sky punctuated with billowing white clouds and bird song, while the majestic Sangre de Cristo Mountains dominate the horizon. Adobe dwellings with thick sunbaked mud brick walls line the dirt-packed road as we approach the meeting point in the dusty walled courtyard of the adobe church to wait for our volunteer guide.
Red Willow People of Taos Pueblo: One Thousand Years of Tradition in New Mexico
