We ventured into some more of the area history today. We went into town for an early lunch at Diane's Bakery, which tickled our senses with sandwiches made with bread good enough to cause Judy to say,"I wish I could bake bread like this." Then we met Jane for a hike on the Dragonfly Trail, so called because of the petroglyphs the original inhabits carved into the rocks. It was a good hike, and the trek through the wash kept us out of the ever present brittle wind. Afterwards, we drove through Fort Bayard, a place established to take care of the "Apache" problem. It's a derelict space, and empty as the cause that brought it into existence. After circumnavigating the main fort grounds, we dropped Jane off and took a tour of her home. It's a pleasant space, neatly tucked down a gravel driveway to ensure privacy. She and her husband, Doug, have lived there for twenty years. Then we drove the thirty-five miles back to the ranch. That's normal for these parts, which is a bit disheartening because the ranchers around here will have a hard time swallowing the hike in fuel prices. It might end some, although I pray they make it through. We're just about at the end of our stay here at the ranch. Tomorrow, we'll get back on the bikes for a spin around the neighborhood, and who knows what else. We're just in a place where our life is good, especially today.
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