The only place I seem to go these days is Taos Valley Overlook. I can’t help it. Just look at this: I can be here in 10 minutes from where we live. There’s nobody else around. I can do whatever I want. Wipe my ass. Pee in the sage. Walk off and die.
And check out that arroyo. Where do you think it goes? I’ll bet I know. All the way down to the freaking gorge, that’s where. If you climb down in that modest little natural ditch and keep walking, you’ll probably end up at a rock-walled side canyon that dumps you into space and certain death. At least the thought of that would keep you on your toes. I’ve peered down into one that looked accessible, but I will let it be. I’m more interested in what might have washed down from the mountains or been uncovered after all this time. Usually this means magic rocks.
I have a lot of them by now.