A Beginning

As a child I liked to travel in the car, even short distances, and look out the window with the wind blowing on my face, sometimes very hot wind, and wonder what folks were doing in their houses and farmhouses. I could just imagine what stories could be told if we could stop and peek through the windows into their lives. Now, many years later, I will stare out the window of the front seat without the hot wind blowing in my face as Tony and I travel the trails of New Mexico, our adopted state. We will share the stories that we collect along the trails; stories of people, places, and our experiences.