My final day in remote paradise, I awoke with purpose. A friend of a friend of a friend had told me that Roberts often dropped by the local yarn shop (she’s a knitter, who knew?), so I layered up, laced up and headed out. She’s also a runner, and I just knew our paths would cross.
I ran passed storefronts packed with Pueblo weavings, decorative dried chilies dangling in doorways and some amazing art, but nothing was going to sidetrack me. I trotted full-speed ahead to The Yarn Shop but was met with disappointment. The shop was closed.
I jogged back to the hotel, packed up my suitcase and bid farewell to El Monte Sagrado and Taos, a quaint and quirky town that left more than an impression. Not sure if it was the mountain air or the you-can’t-help-but-slow-down pace, but I felt rejuvenated. And maybe my Roberts meeting wasn’t meant to be this time, but you can bet her Oscar I’ll be back.