I sold my home in Tucson, Arizona this past July. (I know. It’s sounds of like Jojo in that old Beatles song.) I then moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico. In the middle of a heat wave. In the middle of a pandemic. Yep, it’s how I roll. I bought a lovely home Las Cruces with an amazing view of the Organ Mountains. I’m now unpacked and settled, so it’s time to grab my camera.
New Mexico is similar to Arizona with its varied climates, and with fall coming I wanted to take a day trip. Somewhere where the leaves were turning. Cloudcroft was the perfect spot. It reminds me of Flagstaff, but on a much smaller scale and without any Interstates connecting through it. In fact, the road to Cloudcroft is a scenie two-lane highway which winds its way through the mountains. One of the more notable landmarks is the Mexican Canyon Trestle. Built in 1899, this railroad bridge was in service until 1947. For a bridge that’s been out of service for over seventy years it’s in remarkably good condition. I guess they really did build things to last back then.
The Toy Train Depot in Alamogordo.