Friday, January 10, 2020

last NM day


Really very close to us - just the other side of I-25, although it's a slightly longer wiggle on side roads to get there, but about three or four miles as the crow flies (and there are a lot of crows, at the moment) - is a very rural, older Northern New Mexican little village, La CaƱada de los Alamos.  The road doesn't run much past here: imagine living down a dead end called Camino La Llorona...  La Llorana, you'll remember, had an unfaithful husband (who nonetheless loved their sons).  She found him with another woman, so she drowned the sons in a river, and then herself.  But she wasn't allowed into heaven until she'd found the souls of her two sons ... unable to do this, she hangs around in river beds, wailing, and stealing other children (in other words, she's a bogey woman, used to threaten naughty kids).  Back in the village itself, is the church with its tin roof and little steeple - again, very Northern New Mexican style.


Back in Eldorado - which, by comparison, is faux adobe suburbia - there was an extraordinary sunset, and almost equally extraordinary moonrise.  Alas, the car is packed, and we're ready to go ...




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