{"id":3290,"date":"2005-07-31T02:02:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-31T07:02:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2020-03-27T21:35:44","modified_gmt":"2020-03-28T02:35:44","slug":"scouting-northward","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrymelton.net\/2\/2005\/07\/31\/scouting-northward\/","title":{"rendered":"Scouting Northward"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s job was scouting.  Starting at Las Vegas, NM, I headed north following in the footsteps of the characters in the novel.  Just as they did, I made many miles.<\/p>\n<p>From Las Vegas, I had to locate the Hermit&#8217;s Peak trailhead.  This location, in addition to being in the outline, had some personal meaning for me.  When I was young, maybe 12, I dug up the entire front yard to earn the $40 dollars it took for the camp registration.  (Growing grass in that yard was a long time goal of my father, and it took many years to improve the soil enough so that real grass would grow.)  If there was a high point to the camp session, it was the hike to the top of Hermit&#8217;s peak.  We took a big yellow school bus from the camp to the trailhead and hiked the ten miles or so to the top.  I know I was ready to give up several times, but I made it.  When it came time to send my own kids to Blue Haven, I scouted the area, looking for that trailhead, but never found it.  Only while researching for this novel did I locate enough clues to identify it, and to visit it again.  No hike today, though.  That will have to wait for another trip.<\/p>\n<p>I did locate a couple of new datapoints, however.  One, my character will have to find a different telephone, that pay phone I imagined doesn&#8217;t exist.  Two, there&#8217;s a large distinctive building visible from the road that the characters might mention.  If it was there when I was 12, then I missed it.<\/p>\n<p>Heading north out of Las Vegas, I located and photographed the perfect place for the automobile accident, not more than a mile or so from the location I chose using topo maps.<\/p>\n<p>Eagles Nest, Angelfire and Taos were as I remembered, but unrelated to the novel, I saw again the strange community of buried homes on the far side of the Rio Grande.  In an area of several square miles, there exist a dozen or more houses.  These must have either been built by the same designer or share inspiration.  Half-buried, these adobe structures bristle with windmills, solar panels and what have to be metal sculptures, and there isn&#8217;t a straight line anywhere in the design.  Some day when I&#8217;m not on a quest, I&#8217;d like to find out more about them.<\/p>\n<p>In the San Luis valley, I&#8217;ll either have to change the character&#8217;s route, or change the dialog, because sticking to 285 will NOT get you close enough to the Great Sand Dunes to cause comment.<\/p>\n<p>From there to Frisco is home territory to me, but once I headed north on 9 out of Silverthorn, I realized this was an unfamiliar route.  I then joined US 40 and as sunset approached, I pulled off on a dirt road into the forest.  I had brought a sleeping bag and whenever possible, I intend to avoid the motel bills.<\/p>\n<p>Waiting in the light rain, I had to write this blog while the memory was fresh, but I&#8217;ll have to wait to send it &#8212; no Sprint PCS signal to connect to the net.  Maybe in the morning, but I&#8217;ll adjust the timestamp to match when I wrote it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s job was scouting. Starting at Las Vegas, NM, I headed north following in the footsteps of the characters in the novel. Just as they did, I made many miles. From Las Vegas, I had to locate the Hermit&#8217;s Peak trailhead. 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