Here are more random shots of New Mexico. I was standing on the porch looking over at Santa Clara Mesa. Somewhere over there is the original village. When the railroad came, they picked up the town and moved it by the tracks.
I was still standing on the porch, looking north. That large pine tree is in Grandma’s yard.
Bits of the village, I remember when the cafe was open briefly (18 years ago), but mostly it has always been closed.
An elk crossing, but no elk were using it at the time.
The lonesome road into town.
Uncle Si’s truck. He bought it new in 1930 and never sold it, even when he bought the new one in 1952.
Your uncle and his trucks makes me think of my brother and his lawnmowers: he kept the old one when he bought a new one and he did this more than once.