Rayado

A Few Miles From Miami

Miami Lake, New Mexico

Quiet, calm, no people, about 80°F on a Sunday afternoon

We had an amazing visit at the Kit Carson Museum in Rayado, but I just had to see what was around the bend a few miles beyond on NM 21. As it turned out, this was: Miami Lake, a private reservoir just west of the unincorporated “town” of Miami itself. According to Wikipedia, Miami was [...]

Chickens in the Doorway

Kit Carson Museum, Rayado, NM

All that’s missing are the sounds of boots and spurs clinking on the old wood floor »Buy This Photo!«

Perfect. Utterly classic. The Kit Carson Museum in Rayado, New Mexico is basically a restored working hacienda. All the rooms are set up like they would have been in the 1840s with period furniture, buffalo hide rugs, everything authentic. Not pristine at all, but dusty and dim, a little bit disordered. It looks like the [...]

Birthday Present Sky

sky and prairie near Rayado, NM

Kinda makes me miss the buffalo »Buy This Photo!«

That’s the way it looked on May 17, the last time we were out there. Better than the way it looked, to tell the truth, but close enough. The location is south of Cimarron, somewhere between the Philmont Scout Ranch headquarters and Rayado, on a stretch of NM 21 that follows the original Santa Fe [...]

Pronghorn Up Close

another pronghorn

How can I miss you if you won’t go away? (Thinks he!) »Buy This Photo!«

Another candid critter shot from the empty road between Cimarron and Rayado! Looks like this male is shedding his winter coat. I still don’t understand about the horns—just when they shed the outer covering—but you can see them fine here. The female version lacks the upward-turning point. It may not look it, but these are [...]

Rayado Moment

Mule deer in the shade, Rayado, NM

I think I want to be that deer »Buy This Photo!«

Oh man, Rayado. There are some buildings there, but this is pretty much it. You never saw a quieter place. I’d live somewhere around there if I could—feels like a fine location to write a dozen novels. Maybe two dozen. We drove past this resting mule deer on the way back to Cimarron—hey, did I [...]

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