The Rio Grande Gorge Bridge's elevation, like that of nearby Taos, is about 7,100 feet above sea level. The gorge, which is 1,500 feet deep down to the riverbank, is located about 8 miles west of Taos. In the distance, snow was already accumulating on the ski-resort mountaintops northeast of Taos.

On Sunday evening, after Carrie and I'd had dinner at Ogilvie's in Taos, we drove out to the Gorge, which was bathed in the light of the full Harvest Moon. We tried to take some photos, but the flash wasn't powerful enough to illuminate the bridge in the background. I'd wanted to go out into the nearby Taos countryside to listen for the notorious "Taos Hum". Earlier in the evening, I'd inquired of our motel desk clerk if he'd ever heard the Taos Hum. He said that he had, a year or so previously near the neighboring ski resort of Angel Fire. He said that it sounded like a low, rumbling 18-wheeler truck in the distance, but that there was no such truck on the highway where he'd heard the sound. He added that it lasted quite a while and varied in pitch.

When Carrie and I were at the Gorge later that evening, I heard "something" that seemed to match the motel guy's description, a low, rumbling noise off in the distance. Carrie thought that it was a passing airplane, but I saw no lights overhead, and it didn't last long enough to be an airplane flying from one place to another. It was a "mystery". But at least I heard "something" out there, and that satisfied me. I am convinced that I heard the Taos Hum, but Carrie is not so sure.