Time Off

I’ve spent the last four days at a cabin in the Sacramento Mountains, a property shouldered up against the Mescalero Apache reservation (who, contrary to standard practice, managed to get some very good land out of the American government). The cabin is about 100 years old, and is owned by the extended family of Louy, our lovely host. Her great-grandfather used to drive a buckboard to the cabin with his family and a whole summer’s worth of supplies, then leave his family to their summer while...