After two weeks on the road, visiting some of the world’s great geologic wonders in Utah, I had to swing back by New Mexico to wrap up a few loose ends. While spending a few days near Taos, I met up with a friend near Tres Piedras to hike around the massive pink granite boulders that give this little village its name: Tres Piedras means “three rocks” in Spanish.
After spending the night at a great free campsite on BLM land, we hiked over to the rocks and spent the morning circling the outcrop, looking for a dog-friendly route to the top. Between my friend Ed and I we had six dogs! Only in New Mexico can you get away with hiking with six off leash dogs!
From the summit we spotted a small pond a half mile away to the north. Wanting to give the dogs a swim we headed cross country for the pond and found ourselves hiking through a bit of wild west history. In the lowlands below the rocks, near a series of springs, were no less than six turn-of-the-century cabins!
This is what I love about New Mexico: you never know when you’re going to stumble upon treasure. We spent all morning exploring these ruins, speculating about what it might have been like to build these cabins, by hand, sourcing all the wood on site and then live here, tending cattle (I assume) miles from everybody and everything.
Like all ruins, these had such life, such history. How long did they stay? Why did they leave? Where did they go? Could somebody someday come back? Ed has his own cabin dreams; I hope he makes them come true.
Goodbye, for now, New Mexico! I’m on to Colorado!