The personality of New Mexico takes many forms.
Santa Fe style. Egghead chic in Los Alamos. Tenebrous Trinity Site. But
style is too often concerned with the high-brow, without proper credit
given to the appeal of pure, stark honesty. Horse Gulch has that kind of
style. Like the chain-smoking cousin you can't help but like because he
tells it like it is, Horse Springs isn't hiding anything or pretending
to be something else. There's no ooh-la-la here. Horse Springs is a WYSIWYG
kind of place.
It works. Notice the abandoned cars in the
gully east of town. Nobody thought to sweep them under the rug before the
visitors came. But it's a nice touch, a bit of honesty. Or the faded lettering
on what was once probably the only commercial building for miles around.
No potted plant will cover that up. No need to. The building wouldn't seem
complete without it. Sometimes when the cracks show, the wall seems that
much more important.
This is no first date. No clumsy attempts
to impress, no sucking in the gut just before the photograph is taken.
This is Horse Springs, raw. Drive there. Enjoy it for what it isn't as
much as what it is. And mind the gulch.
Horse Springs. Wow.
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image to see a larger picture)
The view upon arrival into
The road past Old Horse Springs,
two miles east of Horse Springs.