And if I did continue and
sign ahead (which surely said "ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE"),
and hiked up the Ghost Road in the darkness, what level of Hell would
my fate? Probably the one with all the gluttons, given the way I had
those Girl Scout cookies on the way out here. Was that the Circle where
the wicked pushed rocks around? No, this was not a good idea. Better to
return some other day, in the light. So I left, thinking that La Bajada
was the one that got away.
As luck would have it, I was in
the same area
only a few days later. I returned again, this time in the middle of the
day and without the Girl Scout cookies. What a difference a little
makes. The viscious Devil Dog turned out to be a mutt with a broken
The crosscuts of the old road were clearly visible, and the village
looked inviting. It was the difference between night and day,
The same could be said for the
between this old road, once the passage between Santa Fe and
and Interstate 25 to the east. Before I-25 was constructed, travelers
to negotiate 23 hairpin turns on their way up or down this mountain.
to say, La Bajada was the site of many side-effects of gravity.
I'm sure many other travelers who passed this way before me thought
road was Hell too, but for different reasons.