We arrived in Santa Fe on Friday afternoon. Our hotel was in the 'burbs so we spent a little time exploring the town before getting down to business: dinner! We wandered into Tomasita's, a very locals-focused "new mexican" restaurant. Like most of the places we've encountered here, portions are huge-- and spicy. Good, but too much!
On Saturday morning we ran the linear park near the hotel. Then it was off to the Railroad arts district and the huge farmers' market there. Always a good way to get a feel for the people of the city; it's also a good chance to try the local flavors.
My score of the day was a quart of raw milk. It's not legal to sell in Georgia, but it is here and it was, and is, delicious. The taste is somehow different that pasteurized whole milk; maybe it has a little tinge of yougert.
After lunch we drove up to the ridge above the city. The weather had turned cold and sleety/rainy and would stay that way. Saturday night's dinner was at another locals-only spot that specialized in salad. Yes, salad. After all those big mexican meals, we needed a break.
Sunday's plan: Taos riding and then onward toward Utah.
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