I was there on a winter weekday afternoon, alone as the sun started to cast long shadows across the terrain. Sandia Crest, covered in a fresh dusting of snow, seemed mere inches from where I stood, and I envied the view that this pueblo viewed for generations. I walked about, as much as I could but there just wasn't much there, and the Visitor's Center was closed. It's a fine place to visit on a quiet, contemplative day.
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