When you feel burnt out from your daily grind, a short vacation can be rejuvenating. My train ride north two weeks was one such get-away. On my way up to the quiet parcel in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere New Mexico, my mind was shrouded in an eerie mist of negativity. On my way back down south, I was much more content with myself. It was just a weekend away from my city but it was just enough of a change of scenery to reboot my attitude.
There is a peculiar tranquility and a sweet serenity to these mountains. I’m afraid the Southwest will always be my home.