

We then took a drive up to the top of the mountain we were on for even more spectacular views.


My rodeo handled the rocky dirt road like a champ... too bad it no longer has shocks! Here my dad determinedly tries to drink a beer as we bounce back down the mountain.

Back below the cabin there was a classic mountain brook (the headwaters of the Pecos River, actually)... which of course I took full advantage of wading through until my feet were entirely numb.
There was also an adorable mountain convenience store with somewhere around 10 hummingbird feeders outside along with pretty garden boxes with messages written on them by the hummers.


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