We drove through Cloudcroft, the same mountain pass and ski town that I drove through in 1995, only going in the other direction. An echo of that earlier trip ran through much of this one: both were in January; that one was with Ken, this one with Kate; that one was heading east, this one west.
This time, I got to see the pass in the daylight...
...with White Sands National Monument in the distance.
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