We woke in the hills of northern New Mexico in a simple, wood heated cabin designed by Kurt Vonnegut Sr (the architect father of writer Kurt Vonnegut Jr.)  Vonnegut’s cabin drawings were traded to philanthropist Hillis Howie to settle a debt after he guided a young Kurt Jr. through the area generations before.

Despite the gone years, the high desert was still brimming with inspiration through its beautiful sunsets and crisp pine scented air.  It had become for us North America’s own Shangri La and had lost none of the wonder that Vonnegut experienced in his youth and wrote about as an adult.

The same small spring fed valley was home Zuni, Hopi and later Navajo who’s cultures now are on the verge of slipping away forever.  Native traditions exemplified a connection to nature that modern inhabitants of North America have chosen to ignore.  Understanding our connection with the land and nature will take us much farther than figuring out how to understand the civilization of infrastructure and greed  we have attempted to build in its place.

“Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.”
-Wendell Berry