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Most visitors want to hike when they come to Taos.

On Thursday it was Jack Connell, his friend Mark and Mark’s son, Brian who came up from Fort Worth.

With scenes like this I can understand why they come here for the hiking.


Jack had us stopping to look at the scenery.

“You get to see it every day,” he said.  “But we have nothing to look at but mountains of glass and steel where I work every day.”

I got it.

What a great way to enjoy these guys’ visit!


We did lots of moseying along, stopping to chat, moseying some more, stopping and chatting some more, moseying, chatting, mosey, chat!


Each time we stopped we swapped stories.

He led with,

“Tell me the strangest thing you ever saw on a trail.”

I could see he was waiting to one-up me.


I told him about the UFOs Kenny and I saw at our camp in the  Aravaipa Canyon, a wilderness sixty miles from Phoenix.

Jack of course one-upped me, telling of a yeti he saw on a trail.

So I got the opportunity to drag up another while he told his story.

And our next stop he had another, bigger whopper.  More laughter.

Even though there was some truth in every story, it was much like campfire chats.


Taking visitors on our trails is much like it was having visitors when I lived back in New York City.  They’d marvel at the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building which had become old-hat for me after living there so long.

Brian, his dad Mark, Jack, Bill and a lovely musical composer Andrea Clearfield, we met along the way. She’s here on a three-month Wurlitzer Grant.

We guys are aged 29, 60, 70 and 89. You can no doubt guess which order in the photo.

Out here, I too have gotten so used to the scenery of our town spread out below us when we come to great viewpoints on trails that it’s hard to realize what a treat that is to guys who come from flatland.


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