WASHINGTON — “We didn’t take a single photo.” I pulled my phone from my pocket before sitting on it as I hopped into the truck.
“I know…I’m glad.” Rene navigated her way out of the tiny parking area for Santuario de Chimayo, and we headed back toward our free boondocking spot where we left the trailer at Camel Rock Casino.
It was our fourth visit to Chimayo, where we first met the magical Mr. Medina in 2008. We left feeling blessed, honored to have shared time being enchanted by the Chile Man of Chimayo once again. And we did not take a single picture. I’m okay with that.
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