On the Edge

Sometimes you get to the point in the road where fear takes over

I’ve just returned from a week in New Mexico. I love the Southwest - especially the landscape. Blue skies, red rocks, green valleys. Its far horizons, the close-in complexity of its history.

On a day trip, we drove from Santa Fe to Chimayo (a hamlet about 40 minutes north). On a whim, I suggested that we continue on to the village of Truchas on the high…