It was a beautiful sunny June morning in Taos, New Mexico when Krista, her husband George, and two teenage sons, Jonathon and Joseph decided to stop by the farm Krista had lived in as a child on their way back to their home near Boulder, Colorado. She hadn’t been back to the farm since her family had sold the farm to a Tree Frog lady named Olive twenty or so years ago.
“Do you remember how to get there, hon?” George asked as they took the Penasco exit off of Highway #67 for the first time since she had moved away.
“I’m pretty sure we can’t miss it, the highway ends with the dirt road we lived on”, Krista replied, growing more and more excited as the green meadows of Llano de San Juan came into full view.
Krista was amazed at how little this quaint village had changed over…
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