So much has happened since October that I haven't been able to bunker down and write this crucial post. For those of you that don't know, I was born and semi-raised in Los Alamos, NM. Yes, it's the scene of the Manhattan Project and the basis of the new WGN TV series Manhattan. (A great show.) It's a small town in Northern New Mexico, about 30 minutes away from Santa Fe, at the foothills of the Jemez Mountains. It had been 10 years since I graduated from high school and moved Philadelphia.
We ventured throughout Northern New Mexico: Albuquerque (briefly), Los Alamos, Santa Fe, Taos, and Angel Fire. The food is naturally amazing, the scenery so beautiful, the architecture so unique, and the way of life so laid back. It's a wonder how I turned into the city slicker I now am.
I'll break the New Mexico posts into as many manageable bites as deemed appropriate. For now, here are the Los Alamos photos.
Chili Works, be still my heart. This place is literally a shack, but hands down the best breakfast burrito I will ever have. For $6, you get a behemoth breakfast burrito. For every day that we spent in Los Alamos, we ventured to Chili Works for one of these bad boys. A creature of habit, I stuck to my usual (even ten years later): Bacon, Egg, Cheese, Potatoes, and 2 cups of authentic NM green chili. After this, I could leave the Los Alamos post be and let the chili speak for itself, but here's more chili and some scenery.
The colors of New Mexico are brilliant in reds and greens. It's Christmas every day, but with so much sun.
The scenery below is from Overlook Point in Los Alamos / White Rock. That "little" river is the Rio Grande, probably at its smallest point.
And this last picture is for my parents. That's the first house I lived in.