We undertook two significant hikes. The first was one mile and had sigificant vegetation. The second was 5 miles and was almost all white sand and dunes. There was so much bright white there were times I had difficulty focusing.
Mesilla has a lovely town square with a Gazebo. The evening we were there, a Jazz band was playing in honor of a local National Park.
I can’t help but see a body of water and feel the nostalgia of youth and hours spent fishing.
The people changed, the accommodations changed. One thing that was consistent for the four decades plus four years was a place for a fire around which conversations flowed effortlessly. A group portrait around the sacred pit seemed appropriate.
17 March 2018 was our last visit to the land that has been in the family for 44 years. The sale will be finalized in a couple of weeks. The living will never return, part of my father will never leave. We sprinkled some of his ashes on this land he loved.
We spent Saturday cleaning out the Summer Cabin…for the last time. It is being sold with the closing happening later in March. The land was in the family since 1973 and was home to many joyous memories for 4 generations beginning with my Parents and ending with great-grandchildren. This is the original cast and the…