The museum docent was rambling. Sadie looked at her phone a couple of times, hoping the woman might get the hint and stick to the script. Only five "dignitaries" had showed up for the tour. They trailed the docent in a tight herd.
A photographer showed up with a mousey looking woman who introduced herself as Cat. She asked a lot of unmousey questions and Sadie had to say, "I'll get back to you on that," about a dozen times.
The very first road up and down the valley was probably a narrow foot trail that passed right by this place.
"What are those?" mousy interrupted, pointing at the straight row of wooden survey markers with neon tape fluttering loudly.
The docent ignored her. She hadn't gotten to that part of the narrative so she sped up, talking faster and a little higher, like she'd just been rewound tighter.
Another guest leaned in and answered quietly. "An easement. I remember reading that."
"Easement." Mouse repeated it slowly, stretching out the 'eeee's. She heard the photographer add, "Easy peasy."
Perea Hacienda was built after the reconquest on the site of an earlier Spanish "estancia." Later it served as a stage stop and hotel. When the railroad arrived, these embellishments were added to the porch.
Sadie stepped around the corner of the hacienda to smoke but three steps later she was in gluey mud and knee high weeds and two of the dignitaries were right behind her. She offered them a cigarette.
The hacienda was located at one of the few natural breaks in the escarpment along which an ancient roadway ascended the mesa. This will be the same alignment of a new road, providing access to jobs and housing for modern New Mexicans as the old alignment provided access to the mesa.
Mousey made a noise that sounded like a one of those grackle birds.