Looks like the dirt could use some soil amendments, though
It’s rough, I know, but sometimes there must be sacrifices. I shot this from the parking lot at the Cimmaron Visitor’s Center, which in fairness only has space for maybe half a dozen cars. There’s plenty of space on both sides of the street, however, and yes, I know it’s Sunday. It strikes me this approach may have been a good approach to deterring Comanche raiders in the old days, except the signs hadn’t been invented yet. This is echt northeast New Mexico, at any rate.
One sees individuals riding horses down the road in Taos every now and then but never a sign like that. We do freedom differently on our side of the mountains, plus you can park as long as you want so long as you keep feeding the meter.
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Something tells me the plops that come from the beloved horses might have been the problem? eeeee, no?
Well, the horses will eat the grass, doncha know.