Gravel crunched under my tires as I backed into a parking spot at the Three Rivers Petroglyph Site in southern New Mexico. I grabbed my backpack and jacket from the passenger’s seat and stepped out into a brisk breeze. I had been camping nine miles up a dirt road from...
Soft, buttermilk light drenches dew-soaked pastures. A rooster crows in the distance, his cock-a-doodle-doos bounce off majestic oaks, which frame the open field that I’m parked on with 11 other Airstreams. The sun hasn’t peeked over the horizon yet, but each silver...