On a sweltering Friday morning, Tim Rogers carries his GPS unit to map an unmarked stretch of trail near the Dale Ball access lot at the intersection of Cerro Gordo and Upper Canyon roads.
It was 1957, just Elvis and Ike and me. I’d made my Metropolitan Opera debut a year earlier (Aida: Ethiopian captive). Now—a bitter July night during the Santa Fe Opera’s risky-ambitious debut season, seven operas that wet first summer.
Local News The McClure Fire in the Santa Fe Municipal Watershed is considered 50 percent contained, according to Friday afternoon media advisories, and some of the many resources allocated to that fire hav ... More
Outdoor Guide Raft guide Keren Mikva declares it “Ladies Day” at New Mexico River Adventures, as seven women step up to guide a group of IT employees from Albuquerque over the rapids of the Rio Grande Gorge. ... More
Outdoor Guide On a refreshingly cool Monday afternoon, Peter Olson, Taylor Pardue and a remarkably well-behaved border collie named Sten take a breather at the northernmost tip of the Dale Ball Trails, where the juniper and piñón trees recede. ... More
There’s just something about war movies that draw us in as audiences. Oh sure, there’s the history and the shaping of nations and all that, but there’s also much to be said for the stark realism of a well-done battle scene.