Sir Barken Hyena writes:
On a recent road trip that may or may not have included scouting candidates for the new Lady Barken, I detoured a bit to take in Silver City, New Mexico. Though not far over the border from Arizona, you know you are in New Mexico from the architecture alone. The landscape is beautiful high grassland, framed by piney mountains and cut by rocky canyons. It’s a worked land too, where ranches and prosperous little towns abound, unlike the Arizona side which is mostly poverty stricken Apache reservation land.
Silver City itself escapes the fate of the boutiqued resort town, common for small towns in the Southwest and Rockies, simply by being too far from ski slopes, or lakes and beaches. It’s prime asset is incredible air, space, light, and peace and quiet. Not even the students at Western New Mexico University are rowdy, though the college provides a nice Spanish Colonial tower to offset this scenic little town. Even the remains of the tailing pile from silver mining is remote and unseen from town. Here’s a sampling of the sights: