One of my favorite memories from the road trip Fred and I took to New Mexico was the little town we found up in the mountains, Cloudcroft. The air was so cold, and after driving around White Sands it seemed impossible to see pine needles and need sweatshirts. We had a camp fire and that night wolves killed something, an animal tried to burrow under our tent and a bird hit the side in the early morning. Still, it was amazing.
Looking through the Library of Congress to find a possible cover image for my chapbook, I ran across a whole bunch of pictures from Cloudcroft.