We took a tiny road at the turn because of the sign that said Historical Missions. We spotted the church tower easily but had to drive past it for a while to find a place to turn around: the already-narrow road was down to one lane from a recent snow.
On our way back, we saw about a dozen identical black and white cats eating from a metal bowl on a porch. We drove within a couple of feet of them; only one glanced up at us, flicked its tail, and turned back to dinner. We were of no importance.
The church, when we eventually did get there, was snowbound, and I was happy to be able to see what it looked like with no one having been there recently. The sign out front said the church was built in 1764, a reminder of just how long there’ve been European settlers in this part of New Mexico.
(On an unrelated note, today ends my 7th year of daily blogging. What started as a whim – on Blogspot! – has turned into so much more than I could have even imagined when I started. Thanks to everyone for the follows, likes, comments. And most of all, for the friendships that’ve come my way. Who even knew that was a possibility?! Here’s to an other seven, or so, years!)
Truchas, New Mexico