Fly Fishing Road Trips
Good People      Good Water       Good Fish

New Mexico was a last-minute thought in September 2009, as airfares were $149 anywhere in the United States from Chicago on Labor Day.   So, Lauren, let me pick the spot, so I chose Red River, New Mexico.

We flew into Albuquerque and spent the night in a hacienda in Santa Fe.  We left for Red River the next day, passing by Taos,  a roadside chili market, and a wine vineyard to stock up.   We arrived late at night with temperatures around freezing.  

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Our $ 100-a-night cabin was about 400sq feet.  Plus,  we could not figure out how to use the heat, but there were about seven layers of heavy blankets.  I almost got divorced over this move.  $100 a night in 2009 was not cheap for 400 sq feet.  

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In the morning, things looked better.  We made eggs with chili and potatoes.  The tiny cabin was right on the small stream, Red River, with our own little bridge.  Every day was magical.  Red River is a small town, so we felt like we were on vacation.

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Fishing was a small wonder.  I grabbed the wrong contacts for my eyes, and I was all but blind after we arrived in Red River.  Try tying a fly knot blind.  I did catch about four trout, but every time I lost my fly, it took about 45 minutes to secure a new one.

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New Mexico is Done!