As I type this, it’s fifty-two degrees (11°C) and the backyard Lift-o-Matic is full of drying laundry. That means nothing on racks by the wood stove. Good. When it’s truly cold, nothing on God’s earth beats great blistering waves of actual heat from a real fire, but if it’s only middling cool like today, I’d feel like I was “wasting” firewood by using it to dry my underwear. Anyway, here you go, Taos Mountain, a.k.a. Pueblo Peak, elevation 12,305 feet or thereabouts. The town is already 7,000 feet above sea level, so you’re looking at a whole vertical mile of mountain! New Mexico has room for things like that. Not many places do.
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