Zorro Leads the Way
Went along on wife's business trip to Albuquerque.
When business was done, we rented a place in north nowhere New Mexico, near the Chama River. A good place to be when you want to get away for awhile.
Abiquiu, home of famed, long-deceased artist Georgia Okeefe, is just around the corner.
Our rental is a horseshoe-shaped, owner-built home of amazing charm and utility. Adobe brick inner walls and large round river-rock outer shell. So well insulated we never felt the desert night chills. Water in the birdbath froze every night we were there.
The house is surrounded by miles of desert expanse.
An added plus to the rental is pictured above, "Zorro, Desert Dog."
Zorro belongs to the landlady, but immediately fell into a routine with me (or did I fall in with him?). He probably felt that renters were temporary loaner pals for his walks.
Every day we were there, he'd be waiting bright and early to go take inventory over the dunes out back. He proudly showed me all his desert brush, low trees, some random hares, wadis and whatnot.
I looked out the window one afternoon as Zorro calmly sat there. A herd of about 20 horses was moving from the desert toward the Chama to water. It was a regular occurrence for him, but it excited the heck out of me.
Calm seemed to be the bedrock of Zorro's nature.
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