We went up to the Pecos National Historical Park over the weekend, a 400-mile round trip from Clovis. Pecos is some kind of touchstone for both of us. Beez goes down into a kiva and stays for a while and comes out a newly refreshed man. I stay up top and take photos, as I'm not much for going underground here in snake country.
It is a very haunted and mystical place and one of the reasons, I believe, that New Mexico deserves to be called "enchanted." The air was absolutely incredible there--each breath smelled like sunshine and juniper and pine and distant snows. The elevation is almost 7000 ft., so even though it wasn't hot we had to be careful of getting burned in the sun.
It seemed like the most beautiful place in the world.
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