On our recent vacation to the Enchanted Circle area of northern New Mexico, we revisited the amazing Rio Grande Gorge again after more than twenty years. This area is actually a state park now, but it is still mostly just a natural scenic area, spanned by an amazing bridge.
Just prior to our visit to the Rio Grande Gorge, our first stop that Tuesday afternoon was a brief hour-long visit to Old Town in Taos, where we walked with the dogs and met so many nice people there who spoke to us and petted them.
Dogs are the perfect ice breaker when meeting new people, and even though we only went in a few stores while alternating outside with the dogs, we had a great time. We would never have met so many nice people and chatted with them without having the dogs along, and the dogs relished every moment of the attention while getting some good exercise in this unique and historic place. Big Red is such a people person, offering his paw to shake hands with pretty much everyone that spoke to him, and Girly Girl sat reasonably still when kids came up to pet her, wagging her long, fluffy tail as fast as she could.
Fun times, nice memories and lovely people, and I’m thinking a girls trip here sometime in the future would be so much fun! It would be fun to spend a long weekend here sometime, for sure.
After our quick visit to Old Town, we then headed out of town toward the Rio Grande Gorge.
In the remainder of this post, I want to share two aspects of this place that seem to stand in stark contradiction to each other. Sometimes life sends an unexpected dose of reality my way when I least suspect it, and such was the case on the day we visited this park.
First… the beauty.
The Rio Grande Gorge is a beautiful, magnificent sight to see. I vaguely remembered it from our quick visit many years ago, but seeing it again made me realize that it was truly more beautiful than I remembered it to be.
As we drove out from Taos to Rio Grande Gorge State Park, we would never guess such an amazing sight existed in the flat land just ten miles from town if we didn’t already know it was there. The delightful thing about canyons is how they sneak up on you and thrust their beauty right in your face all at once, unlike mountains that you see coming at you for hours ahead of time. We couldn’t see anything about this famous place in advance, and I happily savored the “shock” factor when I saw it.
This was our first real sightseeing excursion on our trip to the Enchanted Circle area. The lighting that afternoon was a bit challenging to capture both the canyon and the sky in a decent manner, but I’m pleased with the photos, given that no photo can actually do justice to a place like this anyway. There is no way to capture such massive three-dimensional beauty in a small, two-dimensional photo, but I gave it my best “shot.”
A small herd of elk was grazing near the bridge, but they never would turn around to capture a better photo. This was the best I could do… elk behinds!
Now… onto the reality of this place.
In my previous Wordless Wednesday post, I shared a photo that I took at a lookout spot on the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge. It is a photo of a suicide crisis call unit, and these units are now pretty much everywhere on the bridge. I certainly did not remember seeing those units on our previous visit.
I am going to freely admit that seeing these units everywhere on the bridge really affected me deeply, and seeing them also left a huge impression on my take-away feeling from seeing this beautiful natural sight. I initially left this area with a heavy and conflicted heart, seeing such magnificent beauty while witnessing the evidence of a hard reality of the struggles that apparently have brought far too many people here in recent years for a vastly different reason.
It is unsettling times like these that cause me to dig deeper until I find something I’m looking for. While we were enjoying a lovely getaway in the mountains for a week of vacation together, someone else was going through their own personal hell. I confess that I personally cannot relate to something like this, even though I have a close family member who has attempted suicide twice via drug overdose. Thankfully, there are others that relate to these situations and are gifted to do something to make a real difference.
As I continued to ponder this dichotomy of life, a quote literally came my way in a Facebook post by a friend…
“Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.”
And it hit me like a ton of bricks… the beauty of what was happening in the placement of those call units. The sight that initially unsettled me terribly and caused me to dig deeper for a few days, is now a thing of beauty itself.
I have a long-time friend that lives near this area, and subsequent to our visit, she told me that the units are making a difference in the lives of the courageous people that push those buttons and make those calls. For this outcome, I find myself with such admiration and gratitude for the people that have devoted themselves and their time to try to save others and help them at the most dire time in their life.
Seeing people through the eyes of love changes everything, and those call units and the people that staff the phones 24/7 on the other end are truly beautiful… far more beautiful than even this magnificent canyon. These people have already seen in advance the beauty of the lives of the hurting people on the other end, and they are determined to make a difference. God bless them for their significant efforts and life-saving impact in these beautiful lives.
This is truly, truly a beautiful place.