Boca Negra Canyon-Albuquerque, New Mexico

My father had been telling me all about New Mexico throughout my childhood. When he was a free spirited bohemian writer, he had spent seven years there. As the back seat of my van slowly turned into a sauna..I was beginning to lose touch of the glory behind his stories. The sun. The heat. My sweaty ass. The warm water. These were the things I could think about. Continue reading