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| Downtown, Columbus, New Mexico |
I talked to maybe seven or eight Columbus residents, none of whom were born in the area. All transplants. I either asked or they volunteered how they ended up in this place. Here's what I heard, with everyone holding at least four reasons in common:
- It grew on me.
- The scenery. I love the high desert.
- Being so close to the border.
- Appreciation for the Mexican culture; the biculturalism here.
- It's safe here.
- We're in a forgotten corner of the country - we enjoy our peace and quiet.
It's important to qualify that with the exception of one person, I only talked to Anglo transplants - I don't know if or how Latino residents feel the same or differently about living in Columbus. (And considering that Latinos comprise the super-majority of the population in Columbus, I'm not sure how my focus group was so skewed demographically, but it warrants some contemplation.)
I could see all of the reasons for the transplants to settle in Columbus, except for one - the scenery. I'm telling you, I just didn't get that one.
Take the sun, for example. There's no relief from it unless you build a shade structure, and with the exception of my hotel, I saw precious little of that. When I was in Columbus, noticing the intense sunshine, I tried on some stock phrases, such as "sun-baked" or "relentless," but they don't quite fit. Maybe it's more like a town that sits beneath a strong heat lamp all day, every day.
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| Tire art, a new art medium I've been encountering in New Mexico. Here it is in downtown Columbus. |
And the view? Flat. Scrubby. Yes, there is the suggestion of mountains in the distance, but they don't have much presence when one looks out over the terrain. I didn't see my good friends, the soaptree yucca, of whom I've grown fond.
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| Columbus, New Mexico. |
My hotel host, a Californian transplant, told me it took him between six months to a year to love Columbus, but it happened eventually.
Just outside Columbus is a flying community; the residents live in the
Hacienda Sur Luna, and their homes look out onto the airfield.
Also just outside Columbus is the remnant of a community of people who settled here in anticipation of an extraterrestial landing, allegedly. My only source for this intel is this excerpt of a
CNN article:
Columbus is home to the City of the Sun, one of New Mexico's oldest
communes. It was established in the early 1970s because its founder
believed flying saucers were going to land here, according to David
Pennington, 75, a retired social worker who lives in an adobe house in
the commune.
This official City of the Sun description makes no mention of such an illustrious origin story. I didn't get a very good look at the City of the Sun, being put off by the entrance sign warning off any but residents and their guests. But
these folks enjoyed a friendly tour and
here are some beautiful pictures.
This City of the Sun resident bolsters my impression that somehow Columbus entraps its folk:
Having resided at,
(been marooned at),
the City of
Dysfunction, (City
of the Sun), for
this past
interminable decade,
I have recently had
to admit to
acquiring some
elements of sloth
and indolence.
And I must admit I felt something ... a somnolence .... that slowed me down while I was in Columbus, making me want to just sit on the front patio and watch the traffic, rare though it was, pass by on Highway 9. On one morning, two cowboys pulled up in their horse trailer and sauntered up to the hotel for some coffee. And I saw a yacht being transported west. Must have been goin' a fur piece to find a body of water deep enough for that boat.
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| Columbus, New Mexico. |
If I stayed longer, I, too, may have been caught under the town's spell.
