I love living in a town with a ditch bearing the name of co-workers.
I love living in a town with a ditch that’s been continuously, tenuously irrigating this land since the 1700s.
I love dodging traffic by turning down a “Dead End” street, knowing that only means cars, that bikes can pop out on the ditchbank and keep going.
I love the realization that this is the spot where the Armijo disappears under the Batter’s Edge batting cages.
I love living in a town where our embrace of modernity includes putting in a culvert so we can keep irrigating this rich, green, shaded landscape while also refining our baseball skills.
Get a load of that duck.
The integration of river/ditch/city is such a cool, special thing in Albuquerque. I love it & gain more appreciation for it all the time (though, acknowledging that it’s not without conflict).
This post sums that special-ness up superbly.
Speaking of somewhere with old acequia’s, two articles relevant to the US southwest about a major cultural source of our own water-ways: