We got off the plane at the simple, old-fashioned airport in Santa Fe, and as we drove northwest toward the Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu - our destination, we felt that we had suddenly been transported into an I-Max movie. The sky was blue, bluer, bluest than I'd ever seen, the clouds, whiter!
Almost no other cars on the road, and every turn produced another view of rock formations in reds, oranges, yellows, even pink - outlandish, garish! gorgeous! impossibly vivid
color and one strong geologic shape at every turn of the road.