We pass this little church on a curve in the back road to Hatch, New Mexico. It always intrigues me because I know it was built during the time of Preacher Hunter Lewis, who used to walk, hitchhike, or ride the train from Mesilla Park up to the little town of Hill to preach here and to minister to his widespread New Mexican flock.
The church is lovely and built of stone, as so many Anglican/Episcopal churches seem to be.
These are the hills that the little church faces across the road. On the day that we were there a little dark-haired girl was singing and dancing all by herself on the bank of the river that runs along at the foot of these hills.
