Sunday, December 19, 2010
US Highway 285 enters New Mexico near Antonito, Colorado and heads south through Santa Fe where it bends to the southeast through barren plains and threadbare railroad towns before entering Texas south of Carlsbad. The dusty and dying railroad towns, scarcely more than sidings really, called to me a couple of weeks back. Encino and Vaughn wouldn’t exist if not for the BNSF Railroad and as it is are on life support. At the edge of what’s left of Encino a school bus gazes forlornly into the sage and mesquite. The school now abandoned. The last café shuttered. No more 99 cent breakfast.