Keboroxu:
New Mexico may or may not be kin to Alaska, but it IS kin to me. I drove through the New Mexico side of Four Corners a few years ago and was haunted by the indian country roads where I followed and left long dust streams, the ancient look and feel of the arid country. I was there during the drought when the great dammed lakes were near historic lows and I was late in the season so that even though I was relatively okay in the temperatures of November, I was sometimes camping almost alone at the Park campgrounds. I had a wonderful album by Sanford Ponder: "Etosha- Private Music in the Land of Dry Water." I don't know what country he had in mind when he made the recording, but it fitted perfectly in with my mood and location.

I hiked a trail through a narrow canyone drainage. Calm and beautiful.

Got stopped by a cop for some road infraction, he saw my AK plates and let me off: "Must be get-home-itis" he said.

Also enjoyed Albuquerque and the Mexican style food and the Atomic Bomb Museum.

And a great Mudcatter put me up there, too.

New Mexico's license plate calls it as it is: Land of Enchantment.