We eventually found our way to the strip of civilization called Cimarron, NM.
We stopped for gas and groceries and a snack, and headed up the canyon into the mountains.
I was struck by nostalgia when I realized that this is the town next to the Philmont Scout Ranch
, where I had hiked and camped for a couple of weeks back in... hmmm... 1977? '78? We took the train there and back from Chicago. Yikes
I have some photos from back then, maybe I'll scan a few in when I get home if I can find the album. What's funny is LDF's nephew is planning on going there. Who'd have thought Aunt Francine would get there first?