That’s Picuris Peak up there somewhere and Miranda Canyon straight ahead. For different reasons, you can’t see either one. A bunch of us killed a fancy housing development up that way a few years back. I only played a tiny part, but I drew blood. The project had a PR campaign that treated the community like they were children, and folks got angry. I published a couple of blog posts that had the head guy spitting mad, but no one slit my tires.
Not too long ago the owners finally settled with the Forest Service or some other entity, which I believe has paid them for the land, or will. That means this all now belongs to us, to you, to everybody. There’s a piece of the old Camino Real on the other side of that mountain. (I found a decaying wooden historical marker on a hike back in there once.) Spanish soldiers wearing armor, priests, and Indian slaves, clonking along on horses, burros, and on foot, right up there in the mist, before the Pilgrims even had a goddamn boat or knew they needed one.