Right now I’m living on the road but part of me is back in my beloved New Mexico. News from home is not good. My neighbors in Cerrillos tell me three wildfires are visible on the horizons. The fires are not a direct threat, but some days, depending on how the high desert wind blows, the smoke is so thick that it’s impossible to be outside.
One of these blazes, the Little Bear Fire, is burning near the tiny mountain town of Ruidoso, in the White Mountains, where my neighbors and I took a three day horse packing trip last spring. Fires are a natural and necessary part of forest life cycles, especially in forests with oases of grasslands like the Whites, but watching places you know and love go up in flames is always wrenching. Here’s hoping the Whites will grow back, more glorious than ever.