On Sunday I drove us up here in the Dodge Dakota. The 4.7 L V-8’s dual exhausts throbbed and rumbled all the way through Talpa, along the Rio Grande del Rancho, and up into the mountains on sweeping, empty curves past patches of snow and fallen rocks. Every damn stump looked like a bear. The [...]
Over the bridge and up the cliff, basically. The narrow, rocky road with no guardrail climbed halfway to the Carson road before we saw them grazing quietly in a sheltered ravine no more than thirty feet away. A buck and four ewes. We stopped, of course, and stayed a long, long time. I got out [...]
It was very quiet on the hillside here this afternoon—no resurrections, no rising from the dead. We walked easily around the fenced-off water towers in the wrong shoes, picked our way through sage and cactus, and marveled at the view.