You’ve probably never been to a place like Rayado. Kit Carson had a house out here once, or rather someone important (I forget who) gave him the place on the old Santa Fe Trail at the edge of the plains in the hope that his mere presence might discourage Comanche raiders. I don’t know about that, but he must have been glad to get out of Taos for a while.
It’s very quiet in Rayado. There aren’t any streets. No post office or stores. There’s nothing for sale and no one to buy. Turkeys and mule deer wander up and down the road in broad daylight. We sat by the side of the road for about fifteen minutes while my wife talked back and forth with a meadowlark and nary another car came by.