So therein lies the adventure in a copless village of 300 full-time felons, I mean residents, at the southernmost region of the Sacramento Mountains. A place where a man can find soul-soothing solitude, clean air and rich silence, freshwater fishing, an extremely challenging nine-hole golf course, views so far that one can see Guadalupe Peak (the highest point in Texas), the ski slopes of Cloudcroft just 30 minutes away and the world-class black diamonds of Ruidoso just another hour further. There might also be a dentally challenged heart of gold wrapped in a package named The Birdman (aka Carlos Gomez), flourishing mule deer and elk populations, summers full of hummingbird song, an average summer temperature of 70 degrees, the utter lack of a single red light or paved road, a well-maintained airstrip, hippies, artists, poets, craftsmen and the local drink, "The Spudfart," with its mandatory three-drink limit. Gazing around one will sometimes notice loaded weapons, inspiring bar fights, places named Hornbuckle, Bug Scuffle and Weed, and the only ATV outfitter deserving to traverse this precious, intoxicating landscape, Sacramento Mountain ATV.
For the ride of your life and a time not easily forgotten, call Jeremy and tell him I sent you. If he laughs, it's not because he thinks you're a wuss, too. I promise.