I rode a Mexican Mustang named Pancho through areas that would have felt downright claustrophobic during the days of Apache reign. While astride Pancho in southwestern New Mexico beside the Gila National Forest, his hooves noisily splashing through Bear Creek’s water, I stared at the lush vegetation along the creek and the canyon walls which rose up, locking in travelers on e


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