The New Mexico Mountains before me offer layer upon layer of enticement. The undulating road disappears into the mountain haze and I feel like we are entering a dream.
To the west the many rock formations appear as random sculptures in the landscape. We travel on into the afternoon haze. I have my eyes open for any bird movement anywhere, but all I see are red-tail hawks every few miles atop the utility poles. By the time we reach Rodeo I will have counted 6 red-tails, 16 mourning doves, 3 ravens and 1 kestrel.
To be continued…
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Sycamore Canyon Weather: Sunny, windy, 76 degrees Fahrenheit at 11:15 a.m. October 28, 2008 MST. Not a cloud in the sky.