It is 6:39 a.m., and I am actually awake.
I’m thinking about New Mexico again, specifically, the Palisades. My favorite part of the drive to Angel Fire was the road through Cimarron Pass. If you’ve never been there, you should go. About halfway through the pass, there is a little outcropping near the river. It was my favorite spot in the area. In the summer, we would often drive through there on our way to Taos. We would leave early on a Saturday morning and just drive, without a plan other than a compass direction. We went wherever the road took us.
I’ve been fortunate in the fact that I married a man with that same idea about “taking a drive.” Maps are just a bonus, but mostly we just follow the road, leaving our route up to chance and impulse.