…until you crest one final mountain ridge and below you the lights of El Paso fill the wide valley of the Rio Grande. We drove through town to find the Interstate heading north in the dark and called our friends to wish them Happy New Years and to hear familiar voices
Why not rehabilitate one of the many dreary and dying communities that dot the Southern landscape…it might be a way to re-energize and educate the community around it in a way that Earthaven never will. We left Earthaven and spent most of the day arguing about it. That’s fine.