Alamogordo, Cloudcroft, Carlsbad, Guadalupe Mountains. I am back in my old stomping grounds, places where we went to play when I was young.
Everything has a familiar look to it yet it feels so foreign. It feels like it must have been a hundred years ago when we would come to the cool pines of Cloudcroft to escape the summer heat on the plains.
It seems so long ago, because it was.