You can certainly be alone in a room but being alone in a huge landscape with no one visible for miles is a slightly different proposition. It takes the top off my thinking. In early August, very quietly and with no mention in social media, I went West.
The first day is always a long stride to Santa Rosa New Mexico. 625 miles. After that, everything feels like it is in the neighborhood.
Hit the signs West of Santa Rosa and gave them a chance. Not much, but you never know until you stop.
At PP that feeling of no one being around really started to take root. That was the feeling I wanted to explore.
The first day is always a long stride to Santa Rosa New Mexico. 625 miles. After that, everything feels like it is in the neighborhood.
Hit the signs West of Santa Rosa and gave them a chance. Not much, but you never know until you stop.
I come out of Santa Rosa early, so the light is on the faces of the Westbound signs. Most are those new vinyl stretched constructions, but a few old dinosaurs remain.
Checked with a few folks in Albuquerque and then continued West. Pueblo Pintado was on my list. I wanted to look at some corners, walls and surfaces. Closed in spaces for sure, not the space of the West, but that's what i was remembering from earlier visits. The wind and light were accommodating. Headed for Shiprock, I drove West and North on a road to Farmington I hadn't driven before instead of coming out and going back up 550.
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