Sure, but then you knew that. This is a telephoto view looking west toward the Sangre de Cristos from Taos Valley Overlook about six miles south of Taos. The town itself lies beyond and below the sagebrush mesas in the foreground. That huge hulking thing is mostly Taos Mountain and belongs to Taos Pueblo. The snowy peak in the distance is Old Mike, the moronically renamed former San Miguel. “Old Mike,” my ass. Anyway, it’s over thirteen thousand feet high, which ought to give one pause. You can hike up there, in fact. Oops, I missed another year. (Whew.) Might as well wait until I’m old enough to be some kind of hero news thing, right?
Scenes like this just mess me up. I still feel a deep longing for the intimate fertile green landscapes of my past, but this methamphetamine lunacy is so addictive. I may never return to those perfumed fields of yesteryear, wherever the hell they are.