The author of this book seems to find interest in humdrum tales and ordinary local folks as he writes of his personal hikes and exploration of a slice of west-central New Mexico.
The title of this homey travelogue refers to a stretch of the ancient trail Spanish conquistadors used while trekking north and south between today’s Mexico and their Santa Fe trading posts. Throughout this narrative, we get brief but bland stories of fur trappers, soldiers, Apaches, Billy the Kid, Western authors, cowboys and assorted characters who would be known only by the area’s few residents. I’m afraid I find nothing new here, and overall, the book barely registers a notch above boring. —Chuck Lewis