The Valley is flat, billiard table flat. Oh, it’s a little rumpled along the edges. The massive, volcanic San Juan Mountains are to the west. East of here are the knife edged Sangre de Cristos. Flat, almost treeless and now that its warmed a bit, there are dust devils scrolling across the dry alkali playas. Sometimes the wind brings a little grit to the tongue. All in all a very nice day.
Pronghorn Run 