As a young little monkey growing up in the 1950s and sixties, Kongo well remembers driving about dusty, rutted roads in this area in the back of a Nash Rambler station wagon while his mother would ooh and ash over this butte or that cliff and exclaim, “Look, look…that’s Georgia O’Keeffe!” At the time all the little monkey saw was a bunch of rocks but finally, all these years later, he gets it. Mother also read Zane Grey out loud as we explored this area each summer for several years and the spirits of those exciting characters still live here.
Maybe that’s why Ghost Ranch is such a fitting name.
Travel safe. Have fun.
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