From there, I drove on, finding a little cabin that was obviously much older than the ghost town. I drove down through Pecos, a patch in the road, up into the mountains. I passed through little towns of even lesser note, through little places that had nothing but a name on a sign. On the otherhand, it wasn't as though I was the only one out there; plenty of folks were taking advantage of the fishing, hiking, camping and other outdoor amenities available in the area.

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