Microbursts from fleeting early summer storms blasted us with 55 mph gusts. Cowboy and I were feeling low. I took refuge in Longmire, Las Vegas and the Valles Caldera, cool trucks on the screen and Cowboy by my side. “Transcendental Blues” plays in the opening scenes.
I started thinking about the weather when sister Hope sent me photos of life in Montana. We started sensing what was coming here in Placitas on Friday. The wind picked up from the west and it was time to brave the construction-clogged traffic in Bernalillo and stock up on food and allergy medicine: Climate change …
I don’t want to tick off everyone over at Acoma by even writing about the guy, but for years windy springs in New Mexico have brought Don Juan de Oñate to mind, particularly when I’m driving up the Camino Real. I can’t help but imagine several hundred Spanish soldiers and their leader, with grit in …
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