Route 66 Bridge Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. A favorite photo of the old Route 66 bridge, over the Rio Puerco (the river of pigs) west of Albuquerque. It’s closed to traffic, but has been preserved as a bizarro tourist attraction. You can walk out on it and see that there’s no water in the Rio …
I was sitting in the parklike setting that is Journal center today, having lunch, when a gust of wind sent a swirl of cottonwood cotton hither and yon. It was lovely, and is properly a thing to make one happy.
Looks like spring in Silver City.
N.M. Scientists Mimic Global Warming to Study Long-Term Effects (sub. req.): As if Earth isn’t warming fast enough, Jim Elliott wants to speed things up. To do it, Elliott has fashioned what look like 20 oversized bed frames on a remote patch of desert south of Belen to create an extra bit of global warming …
Avelino Maestes has an interesting post about Silver City water issues. It looks like mining is the water use wild card down there.
Scot Key with a hilarious look at New Mexico’s drought tourism future (can drought be funny?): Look at the Rio Grande, now a continuous strip of dry bed running the length of the state. Tourism, working with other State and Federal agencies, is clearing the burned bosque as fast as it can and establishing a …
Mark down April 14 on your calendar, 7 p.m. Chantal’s doing the KNME Friday evening 7 p.m. chat show – The Line, or something. I’m suggesting a game: every time she mentions Sushigig – drink!
It’s a given here in the desert southwest that tamarisk, a tough little red-barked tree that grows along our river banks, is evil. A European immigrant that arrived more than a century ago, it now dominates the banks of our desert streams and rivers, choking out native cottonwoods and sucking up precious water. At least …
In which the ABQJournal’s Bruce Daniels muses wisely (Bruce is one of the wiser guys I know) about yesterday’s Jessica Simpson dustup: But then you take one step off the Web’s continental shelf and you’re suddenly plunged to the depths … you know, those “there be monsters” deeps that the National Geographic used to show …
Inkstain’s staff empiricist forgot the salient detail: 0.13 inch of rain in the Inkstain rain gauge. For a normal March, we’d get one storm that size per week. Also, a correction. This wasn’t the first measurable rain since January. March 1 we got 0.01 at the airport.