Day Eight  -On The Road - News You Can Use
Staff Journal
Las Vegas Pecos Natural Park ;Fort Union

When we started off this morning it was raining. We were in for another cleansing. We are tapping into Lesson Number Four quite often theses days; Trust The Process.
Let’s see what the Great Spirit has in store for us.

When we arrived at Pecos Natural Park the rain stopped.  TTP (trust the process).We all piled out of the van and headed down the path to explore the ruins of the Pecos people. As we walked through out the park were soaking up the spirit and the history of the Pecos. This park was very will maintained and programmed to give its visitors a birds eye view of what it was like to live back when these peoples walk this land. As we crawled down into the kiva we were able to experience the true purpose of this secret place. Bringing us closer to the underworld, a place that connected the spiritual with the physical1-- a step backwards towards the people’s origins, allowing a closer communion with the spirits of the underworld”.

We emerged from the kiva feeling more connected from this experience. Our thoughts were of what it would have been like to back then, living in this beautiful vastness, so connected with the earth. I was engrossed in thought as we rounded our final destination the mission complex. Then, I heard a voice. The voice was calling to me. The voices in the wind? Was I having a spiritual experience?  I turned to look to the heavens and out the corner my eye I seen this man calling me. I looked in amazement as he was holding a green pack in his hands. The green pack he was holding was my green fanny pack. Thinking to myself, “Why does this man have my fanny pack?” Oh my God…. he jumped over the mission walls, the 1450 mission walls. The ruins!!!! This man has been searching the park for me since the kiva. It so happens that I left my pack just outside of the kiva.  I thanked him immensely for his honesty and his perseverance to find me. Our journey would have come to an abrupt end if I didn’t have the keys to the van.  TTP.

New Mexico is a land of changes. I have never seen a landscape that can change in a blink of the eye. The “will of the wind” shifted our direction and we headed north to Fort Union laying at the foot of the Turkey Mountains and Cimarron branch of the Santa Fe Trail. We were now on the plains. Grasses as far as the eye can see.  

Fort Union was a major military stronghold strategically situated on the Santa Fe Trail. No matter where you stood at in Fort Union you could see hundreds of miles in each direction. We were blessed by the weather, the sun setting to the west and blue skies painted with wispy white clouds. A warm breezed crested our skin and the Turkey Mountains as a backdrop. We are so blessed.