The Sangre de Cristo Livestock Group had its annual picnic meeting at a beautiful ranch near a village not even labeled on Google maps.
To get there we traveled around this mountain range. The clouds built up, but it didn't rain.
Adults listened to a visitor from El Paso sing beautiful ballads in Spanish. And a little black cockapoo sang along.
Rocks are plentiful in this part of the country, and the ranch's owner truly knows how to utilize their artistic potential. He's made a mini Stonehenge in his back yard:
The acequia, or water ditch, has been beautified:
I like the rock bridge in the background, as well as the steps down to the water. Below, the water continues, through a waterfall, a pond, and, eventually, to the fields and pastures for irrigation.
Driving back down the old dirt road back to the highway, I looked at the old adobes in the village.