Camel Rock



The Camel Rock is a rock formation located in Pojoaque, New Mexico on U.S. Routes 84/285. Tesuque is a little under twenty miles north of Santa Fe, and the Camel Rock formation is across from the Camel Rock Casino, which is owned by Tesuque Pueblo.


I’d passed by Camel Rock many times during trips between Taos, Santa Fe, and Albuquerque, but I never actually visited until I was driving a visitor to the airport in Albuquerque. We stopped for the briefest of visits. There’s not much to do out there besides look at the rock formation. There’s a small parking area with a couple shaded picnic tables and a couple trash barrels. There are no restrooms. (If you are in need of a restroom, go across the highway to the gas station or the casino.)

There is a path from the parking area to the formation. You can get pretty close to the Camel Rock to take photos, but since the rock formation is surrounded by a chain link fence, there’s no climbing on the camel.

The chain link fence is visible in the bottom third of this photo.

The chain link fence is visible in the bottom third of this photo.

The short detour off the highway was worth it to me to get some photos and so I could say that I’d actually been there, but the Camel Rock is clearly visible from the highway. Anyone driving or riding by in a passenger vehicle should be able to get a good look at it.

About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now I have a little travel trailer parked in a small RV park in a small desert town. I also have a minivan to travel in. When it gets too hot for me in my desert, I get in my minivan and move up in elevation to find cooler temperatures or I house sit in town in a place with air conditioning I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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