The Spanish called it Jornada del Muerto, “Journey of the Dead,” and traveling through Southern New Mexico’s desert, you might think it’s aptly named. Even as it parallels the Rio Grande, Interstate 25 looks mighty bleak. I cheat, of course, starting my road trip a bit farther north in Bernalillo, a blossoming art community on old Route 66, simply because I like saying the name. Bernalillo ... Bernalillo ... Bernalillo. Maybe it’s heat stroke. Actually, it’s the plate of blue cor
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