New Mexico 2003
The Journey Begins I had first heard of Ghost Ranch when my mother went there for a retreat in the mid 1990's. I was intrigued by the photos she had brought back and the stories she told of an almost mythical landscape. I knew something of the American Southwest in that my family had been traveling to Arizona (specifically Tucson and Phoenix) for the better part of twenty years as part of the pathway to my father's family in Mexico. In 2004 I decided to take a trip away from Los Angeles to rest and regroup and Ghost Ranch sounded perfect. At that time they were running a fall Writer's festival which sounded interesting and a little less self-indulgent than just goofing off for a week. I cajoled my brother into joining me and we met in Albuquerque after he flew in from the east coast. We started driving up from Albuquerque and immediately we were taken with the landscape; as civilization falls away it's a strange mix of rock, mountains and streams. Ghost Ranch i...