There are a lot of brown and beige hills and mountains in Santa Fe. They are covered with scraggly green vegetation. When we first set up camp in the National Forest I pointed to a mountain range in the East with snowy peaks. It was different than the other hills and mountains. It was gray and blue, and stood steady above all the other mountains surrounding us.

We later learned that the mountain range is called the Sangre de Cristo Mountains (“Blood of Christ”), the southernmost part of the Rocky Mountains. There are three different legends that are told in how the mountains earned their name. They proved a constant during our stay in Santa Fe. A place to look for solace and grace and strength. We could see these beautiful mountains from any and every place we were – from downtown, to Chimayo, to leaving and returning from Albuquerque. They were always there, as if they were looking over us and saying, “Life is beautiful and jagged and big and small. Life is majestic and mysterious and warm and cold. Life is happening right now. And, everything is going to be ok.”

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– Adam + Kristin