Both front windows were rolled all the way down, the way I do them when I’m driving by myself. The guitar was in the back seat. I wanted to come back where it was cooler, up in the mountains, so I took the High Road turnoff at Nambe.
It was cool, all right, almost cold. Beautiful up there, but awfully dry. I saw lots of Ponderosa pines with dead branches or yellow needles. When I came down into Peñasco, things were much greener, however. You could smell the moisture in the air, and there were fresh green bales of hay in the fields. I doubled back to get a shot of this horse, had to do the highway patrol turn-around (stop, back across the road with turned all the way, brake, spin the wheel the other direction and pull forward). I think my junior high driver’s ed teacher taught us that. He was an ex-patrolman. He’s also the one who told us that when two cars collide at high speed in the dark, they give off a pink flash.