If you’ve lived in New Mexico for any length of time and are interested in its history, there is a name you should really know. That person — a true treasure of our state — is the late Dr. Myra Ellen Jenkins, former State Historian and knower of all historical facts New Mexican.

I was looking up some information about a former journalistic colleague this week, making sure he was still around and writing his online column. As best as I could tell, Larry Calloway is still around but I think he has stopped writing his column from his home in Crestone, CO, on the eastern edge of the San Luis valley on the slopes of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. While perusing one of his well-written and thoughtful blogs I came across the name of Myra Ellen Jenkins, who frequently helped Larry, me and many others sort through and clarify important historical facts about our state. The discovery of her name in one of his columns triggered an interest in writing about this exceptional person.

Born in Elizabeth, CO, in 1916, she earned her bachelor’s degree and masters degree from the University of Colorado and worked as a teacher in that state before moving to New Mexico. She received her doctorate in 1953 from the University of New Mexico and worked as a free-lance historical researcher until she joined state government with the Museum of New Mexico. In an attempt to preserve the state’s historical documents, the New Mexico Legislature created the State Records and Archives Center in 1960. She first served there as State Archivist and then was later named State Historian. She retired in 1980, earning many accolades for her dedicated work and passion to preserve the state’s history.

She was once named a “Santa Fe Living Treasure.” Other major awards were National Trust Award for Historic Preservation, presented by Lady Bird Johnson in 1974; the Board of Directors’ Award, presented by the Historical Society of New Mexico in 1986; and induction into the New Mexico Women’s Hall of Fame in 1987, by Governor Garrey Carruthers.

Her special historical interests were land grants, water rights and the Pueblo culture.

She wrote or co-authored many books. One that she wrote with Albert H. Schroeder entitled “A Brief History of New Mexico” is considered to be a definitive source on the history of the Land of Enchantment.

A story about her passing from the University of New Mexico noted that “from 1960 until her death, Myra Ellen has been thanked in the preface of nearly every book
published on New Mexico history.”

She had a keen sense of humor and once quipped that many people didn’t “know the difference between an archive and an endive.”

As a journalist, I called her frequently for historical background on stories I was writing for United Press International. She was always available and always quotable. She knew how to say things that would be a perfect quote for a story I was writing.

I recall that I was writing once about this history of Zozobra, the effigy of Old Man Gloom that is burned every Labor Day Weekend in Santa Fe. I called to ask her about any historical background on that event and she promptly offered that there were similar happenings earlier in Spanish Colonial New Mexico.

“People were goofing around in other parts of the state, burning statues to celebrate the passing of some bad event,” she said. “People in Santa Fe had heard about these celebrations and decided to jump on the caretta (the word for a Mexican ox cart instead of “bandwagon”).”

One thing about her that made her a kindred spirit to me was her car. She drove a beautiful fjord blue 1973 BMW 2002tii, long before most people knew what a classic it was. She’s honestly one of the reasons I bought my first BMW — a 1975 2002.

The host platform for my blog, WordPress, has a feature that I’d never considered using until today, when boredom crept in and lured me into trying it.

“It” is an Artificial Intelligence feature that reviews what you’ve written, analyzes the text and makes suggestions for improving what you thought was a carefully crafted post. It can suggest enhancements to what you’ve written, alternative titles and even alternative artwork.

I went back to one of my earlier posts about a low-budget horror movie about sharks ironically filmed recently in our Chihuahuan desert landscape.

I thought about this particular post because of news that the movie, now entitled “Shark Thrash,” will be premiered in Las Cruces on June 6 for no admission charge to those brave enough to see it. I’m hoping to attend when it is shown at the Rio Grande Theater.

My blog about the movie focused on what I thought was the humorous fact that it was filmed NOT NEAR OR IN an ocean, where sharks live. Instead it was filmed in our high desert community where the closest ocean is hundreds of miles away in the Gulf of California or Gulf of Mexico. Some scenes involving water were filmed in nearby Elephant Butte Lake, a fresh water body of water where sharks don’t live. Producers of the movie were proud to say that may of the scary scenes involving sharks in water were artificially created during the post production process.

As one of the producers observed: “… How can you make any shark film in the middle of the desert? It’s amazing what we can do in post certainly, but as long as the actors are there and you have the essentials, you can really make anything work.”

This brought back memories of a 1997 political satire movie entitled “Wag the Dog,” starring Robert De Niro and Dustin Hoffman. Eerily predictive of today’s political scene, the dark comedy depicts the efforts of a United States President to diffuse a sex scandal by creating news coverage of a conjured up war in Albania to divert attention from his misdeeds. The President’s spin doctors create a phony video using archaic post production techniques to steer Americans away from the scandal by showing heart-tugging scenes of an Albanian peasant girl dodging bullets in her quest for safety.

These days, with artificial intelligence, it’s much easier to doctor video and still photos, which crop up frequently in our highly charged political arena.

It also makes me think of “Bruce,” the multi-million dollar mechanical shark that was featured in the original “Jaws” movie. If shot today, Stephen Spielberg would likely just use AI to make those scenes that made us cringe and shriek out loud during the movie.

My blog about the shark movie was entitled: “What’s next? Lawrence of Arabia filmed in Alaska???” I thought that was pretty clever. Here’s what AI suggested I should use for titles:

“Desert Sharks: Movies Filmed In Las Cruces”

“The Aslyum’s New Shark Films: A Desert Adventure” (Asylum is the movie production company)

“Godzilla Shark: A New Low Budget Film Craze” (Godzilla is the name of a super shark that I referenced in the blog)

Somehow, I think AI missed what I thought was humorous about my title.

For some reason, AI had no suggestions about how to improve my writing. I tested that feature on another blog that I had written and AI came up with some suggestions that suggested I take a more academic approach to my writing, again failing to grasp what I thought was a more humorous approach to the subject.

But the final thing proposed by AI was a real gem. I asked it to create some artwork for my blog about a shark movie being filmed in the desert. Here is what it produced:

This image was explained by AI as “A shark filled tornado swirling over a desert town with dark storm clouds, lightning and debris…”

And this image was described as “a massive shark bursting from golden sand dunes under a blazing mid-day sun, as if swimming through the sands…”

The fact that AI could create these images based on what I wrote was pretty funny (and a bit scary) to me. But I don’t think we share the same sense of humor.

A friend and former stockbroker sent me a link earlier this week to story regarding an interesting development on a stock that I didn’t even know was publicly traded.

The story told how the stock price of exotic Italian carmaker Ferrari had tumbled more than five percent when the company announced its first fully electric vehicle, a $640,000 car called the “Luce.” And it’s not even a sports car — it is four-door sedan. But it’s gotten worse. The New York Times reported on Wednesday that the stock of Ferrari is now down eight percent.

The name of the car translates into English as “light” and reportedly was chosen to evoke “clarity and direction” as Ferrari embarks on a new path deviating from its internal combustion roots. Although I thought the vehicle design was rather striking, it looks to me like it could be just be next generation of a Toyota Prius — not a testosterone pumping Ferrari. And it apparently has offended Ferrari afficianados for both the styling and the fact that it doesn’t have a traditional 12 cylinder engine snarling under the hood.

The late Enzo Ferrari, who created the iconic brand in Italy once stated in no uncertain terms that a Ferrari “is a 12-cylinder automobile.” The Dino, a beautiful mass production sports car made from 1966 through 1976 by a division of Ferrari and named after his son Alfredo (nicknamed Dino), had a mid-mounted V6 engine. Because it did not have a 12-cylinder engine, Enzo apparently would not allow it to be called a Ferrari, even though some of his earlier race cars — also carrying the name Dino — had racing bred V6s mounted amidship.

According to one story about the plummet of its stock, Former Ferrari Chairman Luca Cordero di Montezemolo was so upset with the thought of the brand producing an untraditional looking electric vehicle, he told reporters: “I hope they at least remove the Prancing Horse from that car.”

He also added: “If I said what I really think, I’d harm Ferrari.” I suspect the indominable Enzo Ferrari would agree and is now spinning around in his grave at the thought of this new vehicle carrying his name.

A little more about the car. It is said to produce 1035 horsepower from four electric motors and can accelerate to 100 kilometers per hour (62 MPH) in 2.5 seconds. Top speed is estimated at 193 miles per hour. The shape of the car and the interior was done by “LoveFrom” a group comprised of former design stars from Apple. In choosing that team, Ferrari bypassed traditional Italian design gurus (another spin in the grave from Enzo.)

Yet another rotation in the grave for Enzo would be the sound of the vehicle. Many manufacturers now artificially introduce the sound of the engine into a car interior as it accelerates rapidly. Our new SUV does that through a feature the manufacturer calls “iconic sound.” I like it sometimes, but it seems a bit silly at other times when you know your ear is being tricked by a computer to make you think you’re driving a car with a racing engine when it’s just being motivated by a modest four cylinder. (I think there’s a way to reduce the artificial engine volume level If you flip through enough pages on the cumbersome touch screen, but I haven’t had the patience yet to do so.) So you’d think the Luce designers naturally would have wanted to have that mesmerizing and exotic sound of a Ferrari V12 piped into the cockpit. Not so. They chose instead to capture the mechanical sound produced by the car’s rear axle. They even patented it. (Maybe two spins for Enzo on that one.)

When you think of a Ferrari, the image of a grand touring vehicle snaking through hundreds of miles of scenic Tuscan hills comes to mind. With the Luce and its 280-mile range, you could barely make it from Las Cruces to Albuquerque on a mostly straight four-lane. Another twirl for Enzo.

When summing up the potential appeal of the car, Car and Driver magazine noted that “Even in today’s superheated market for ultra-high-end exotics, demand for electrics appears uncertain at best.” It noted that Italian supercar rival Lamborghini recently dropped plans for an electric variant.

Summing up their article, Road and Track quoted Ferrari Executive Chairman John Elkann saying “We are expanding what Ferrari can be, not losing what Ferrari is.”

Car and Driver concluded “We shall see whether the Ferraristi agree.”

And as I always do, I try to make a connection with my posts to anything New Mexico related. So how does Ferrari connect with the Land of Enchantment?

Almost a year and one-half ago, I wrote a story about how many exotic vehicles are registered in New Mexico. There are more than I thought. (But apparently not as many as there are in Montana, where a lack of sales taxes onpurchased vehicles has encouraged many multi-millionaires to register their high-priced exotics there — but that’s a story for another time.)

As for Ferraris in New Mexico, there were 565 registered in the state as of December 2024. And to my surprise, there were two registered in Catron County, where the vehicle of choice is likely to be a Ford F-250. As I said in that post, driving through downtown Reserve in your bright red Ferrari Testarossa would definitely go against the grain of a conservative county known for its desire to stay off the grid.

And thanks to my friend for sending me the article. I always appreciate comments from my readers and for giving me fodder for what might turn into a new post.

The New Mexico primary election is Tuesday, June 2, 2026 and I’m working again as a volunteer election official for the early voting phase, as well as on election day.

It’s been pretty slow so far, with only a handful of races being contested. The biggest focus statewide is on the governor’s race, with multiple candidates from both Republicans and Democrats vying for the their party’s nomination for the fall general election. There also are a few contested races locally that are generating a lot of yard signs.

I’m doing the same day registration job during the early voting phase for about two weeks before the election. I’ll do that again on election day and also serve as a “machine judge” on June 2.

The top official at our polling place is the “Presiding Judge.” That seems pretty self explanatory. He or she is the head person at the polling location. Two of the other workers here are categorized as simply “judges” who are called in to work with the presiding judge to help resolve any dispute or challenge about a voter’s ballot. The rest of the workers are simply called election “clerks.”

So what is my job as a “machine judge?” It sounded fairly important in my mind when I was offered the post about four years ago for my first election. I kind of fancied myself as the No. 2 person in the pecking order of the polling location, but I don’t think that’s exactly correct. (Nevertheless, I’m going to try to foster that impression, mostly to stroke my own ego. :”^)

I went online to search for “election machine judge” and did not find anything to help clarify the matter. The search seemed to try to turn the question into whether humans judge machines — which of course we all do when they perform well or in the alternative, spectacularly malfunction.

Artificial Intelligence on my search engine produced this suggestion:

A “machine judge” can refer to an AI evaluator in machine learning (where one large language model assesses another), automated voting equipment, or the broader theoretical concept of using predictive algorithms and AI software to assist or replace human judges in legal and administrative decisions.

We do have automated voting equipment (voting machines) at our polls, but they only capture data from ballots filled out by voters. It does not do any automated voting by itself.

The only machine that I have regular interaction with is the small laptop computer which captures same day registration data from a potential voter and then sends it to the County Bureau of Elections or the Secretary of State’s office for processing and verification.

I did not find evidence of the term “machine judge” being used in other voting jurisdictions, so I decided to ask our very competent and professional head of the Dona Ana County Bureau of Elections, Karen Hernandez, why the term was used.

She said the term was used in this jurisdiction before she assumed her current position, so it has been retained. Since the “machine judge” transports secured data captured on special electronic devices (similar to flash drives) from the voting “machines” directly to the election warehouse immediately after the polls close, the term implies that the holder of the position is a courier of voting “machine” data. I also transport other things to the warehouse immediately after the polls close, like spoiled ballots, provisional ballots an unofficial printed tape signed by all workers at the poll and other documents. The purpose of my job is to help get election results posted as soon as possible after polls close. I’m not really a “judge” of anything.

Karen said she had been considering whether to change the title. I said I preferred it be kept because “machine judge” sounds more important than just “courier” and in my mind hints at being a bit mysterious.

“Okay, you can be a machine judge,” she confirmed.

On a recent drive across the southern tip of the Black Range northwest of Las Cruces, we stopped by the cemetery in Hillsboro to find the grave of a former Episcopal priest and his wife who we knew were buried there.

As we often do when we visit older sections of cemeteries, we look for familiar names or historical details recorded on the grave markers. A few years ago, we toured the Cedarvale Cemetery outside the Lincoln County ghost town of White Oaks and found a gold mine of historical information.

In that cemetery, there were graves of several individuals who played a role in the infamous Lincoln County War of the 1880s. Among them was Deputy Sheriff James W. Bell, who was shot and killed by notorious outlaw Billy the Kid in a daring escape from the Lincoln County Jail on April 28, 1881. Also buried there was Susan McSween, known at one time as the “Cattle Queen of New Mexico.” She was the widow of Alexander McSween of the Tunstall-McSween merchant group, who was gunned down by members of the rival Murphy-Dolan group in an event that lit the fuse for the Lincoln County War. Another grave we found was that of the first governor of the State of New Mexico, William C. McDonald, who died six years after the state was added to the union.

Back in Hillsboro, we found the graves of the Episcopal priest and his wife, who was herself a Quaker minister — a fact which we had never known. We looked around for gravestones of other interesting individuals and my wife discovered this interesting one.

Born in 1827, Johnson had a full life until his death at 57 in 1884. The gravestone notes that he was a “mine owner, manufacturer, builder, merchant, Civil War officer, Legislator NM 1871, gunfighter.”

Having seen this gravestone, I became intrigued by Johnson and his story. I looked him up online and found an interesting entry online written by a great grandson, Gilbert J Flores.

Flores’ recollections of his great grandfather included a mention of Johnson’s shooting death in Hillsboro appearing in a Feb. 29, 1884, obituary published in the Silver City Enterprise.

“The story in the “Enterprise” depicted a justified ending of life to a ruthless killer,” said Flores. “To the contrary, our research revealed the history of a man whose life was full of accomplishments and rewards.”

Flores learned Johnson was born in Richmond, VA, in 1827. Records of his early life in the Richmond area were apparently destroyed during the bombardment of Richmond during the Civil War. The next record of Johnson found him as a crew member on board a steamboat on the Mississippi river operating out of St. Louis in 1850.

According to Flores’ account, Johnson arrived in New Mexico in the early 1850s, married a local woman in 1853 and had “some success” in finding gold in the hills of the southern part of the state. An 1860 census report showed him living in a community called “El Manzano” in what is now Valencia County. Later that year, he joined a group known as the “Jose Francisco Chaves Company of the New Mexico Mounted Volunteers” whose purpose was to protect settlers from raids by Native Americans in the region.

The next year, he enlisted with the Union Army in Albuquerque and served as a First Lieutenant in the 2nd Regiment of New Mexico Volunteers under Col. Kit Carson. He apparently was involved in the battle of Glorieta Pass, east of Santa Fe, against the Confederate Army on March 28, 1862. He mustered out of the Army in Santa Fe later that year and returned to mining activity in the southern part of the state. His first wife died, leaving him to raise their three children. He later remarried a woman from Mexico living in Las Cruces.

Most of his mining activity was centered around Silver City. His mining claims included such names as “Esperanza,” “Species Basis Number One,” “Grangiabird” and “La Providencia.” His “La Providencia” mine was said to be a major producer of silver.

In 1871, he was elected as a Democrat to a term in the New Mexico Territorial Legislature. At one point he served in an unusual position as co-Speaker of the House of Representatives because of a political tiff between the Democrats and the Republicans.

According to Johnson’s great grandson, one of his other endeavors, that of a manufacturer of bricks, tiles and adobes, earned him his nickname “Adobe.” He built what was said to be the largest house in Silver City in 1873 but returned to his passion for mining in Hillsboro in 1881 after reports of new discoveries of silver and gold in the area. He opened a store there to serve the booming mining town. Newspapers reported that Johnson was involved in several disputes that ended with guns being fired, some resulting in the death of the other party. Flores said that Johnson was cleared of all of those deaths because the shooting was considered an act of “self defense.”

A dispute with a neighbor involving and unpaid bill and an argument over a property line on a mining claim led to Johnson’s fatal shooting in February of 1884.

Flores concluded his story about Johnson with the following:

“The J.R, Johnson story is far from complete.

His accomplishments were varied and his activities portray a man of ambition and courage. His skills as a miner, soldier, politician were many. He believed in his rights and was forced to use his gun to defend his property and honor. The fact that he killed a number of men in self defense indicated he had the courage to pursue his goals. He had been subjected to numerous claim jumpers, marauding native tribes and thieves. He took their lives to make a better place for his family.”

I leave you to draw your own conclusions about this interesting character in New Mexico history.

Twice in the past month, I’ve driven along New Mexico highway 61 between Deming and San Lorenzo on the way to Lake Roberts. It’s a seldom traveled route worthy of a detour if you’ve ever looking for a slightly longer and more scenic drive to Silver City from Las Cruces.

The road wanders along the Mimbres River valley, passing through a rapidly changing southwestern landscape with fascinating rock structures, groves of cottonwoods, hills dotted with pinon and juniper, and eventually leading to ponderosa pine forests as you approach Lake Roberts.

On my last two trips, I stopped to photograph an old homestead in the village of San Juan that in my mind was once probably one of the finest residences in the Mimbres Valley. I am sure most people driving along New Mexico 61 just zip by the house and don’t register it as anything more than just a ramshackle adobe home from a past era.

It caught my eye because I think it exhibits what is classic northern New Mexico territorial style architecture.

If you search “New Mexico territorial style architecture,” structures fitting that description usually include the following elements: The walls are traditional adobe, but with white-trimmed Greek Revival arches over the windows and doors, formal porches with square (instead of rounded) posts and rows of red bricks along the top of the walls. Homes of this genre in the most northern reaches of New Mexico often had pitched corrugated tin roofs to shed more frequent snow and heavier rains. The bricks along the tops of the walls on flat-roofed homes were added to help stabilize the adobe walls and keep them from melting away in the region’s monsoon rains.

The “New Mexico Territorial” design was introduced New Mexico beginning in the 1800s by Americans who lamented the lack of architectural detail they had come to expect in homes and other buildings in the eastern United States. As one early American general observed, cities in northern New Mexico were nothing but a collection of “a few mud huts.” A U.S. Dragoon, William Bennett, described the town of Las Vegas as “a great pile of unbaked brick” adding, “Upon closer inspection everything about the town was dirty and filthy… [with] miserable dirty streets [that] all look alike.” And, as U.S. soldier Frank Edwards described his first visit to the village of Mora:  “nothing could be more discouraging to me… than the first view of this town.”

The wooden trim for the windows, doors and porches was not immediately available in New Mexico in the time period when American first began arriving in the early 1800s. Gen. Stephen Watts Kearny, who was assigned to New Mexico in 1846 to lead American troops in the Mexican-American war, apparently agreed with the dearth of architectural detail in the region. A search about New Mexico Territorial style said the general himself ordered machinery to establish a mill to cut wood to allow addition of Greek Revival elements to enhance the appearance of the “mud huts” so prevalent in the state.

New Mexico Territorial style is different than the Pueblo Revival architecture that was introduced by famed New Mexico architect John Gaw Meem in the 1920s and 1930s. That style featured multi levels, more rounded walls and protruding round vigas similar to those features found in New Mexico’s historic pueblos.

It was clear to me that the home along the Mimbres Valley in the village of San Juan was carefully designed and constructed by its proud owner. The windows all exhibited the Greek Revival arches and the tin roof included two dormers that would not have appeared on an ordinary “mud hut.” The yard was once fenced in and landscaped, from what I could observe. I was not able to see the west side of the home, where I suspect there was a porch and entrance that welcomed residents of the home and visitors.

As I said earlier, I suspect it was one of the finest homes in this remote part of southwestern New Mexico. I wonder what stories this old home could tell about its occupants. So if you’re driving on New Mexico 61 some day in the future, stop in San Juan and take a look at the old homestead, then ponder what stories it might tell.

Many years ago a friend and kindred spirit in the admiration of all things BMW had acquired a non-USA certified version of a 1977 BMW 320i. It was actually a 320 (the “i” which was missing from the model identification designated fuel injection, which this car did not have. Instead, it had a hot Weber carburetor setup.)

The car also did not have many emission controls, safety barriers in doors and other weight inducing safety and compliance additions, which made it very lightweight, very fast and nimble on curves.

My friend announced that he was going to “test the limits of adhesion” with that car on the twisty and challenging Emory Pass road on New Mexico highway 152 between Hillsborough and San Lorenzo through the southern tip of the Black Range.

My friend and the car (which was imported illegally from South America to Austin, TX,) survived what I’m sure was a thrilling and harrowing drive along the route, complete with multiple hairpin turns, switchbacks, blind corners and occasional wildlife suddenly wandering across the road.

(Ironically, I ended up owning that car which my daughter drove all through high school and college. It served us well until the engine threw a rod going over “The Grapevine” or Tejon Pass on Interstate 5 north of Los Angeles on a return trip to Las Cruces right after she graduated from college. But that’s another story for another time.)

Anyway, my post today is not about cars but about that section of road in southwestern New Mexico which is worth a drive.

I had not been on the road since my children were very young. My wife and I (and faithful dog Chester) decided to take a trip along NM 152 this weekend, traveling slowly in our pickup truck to appreciate all the sights rather than zipping along the highway in a BMW to “test the limits of adhesion.” We discovered that many of the forests along the route had been scorched by multiple wildfires, but there are still many stands of trees still there and other vegetation is making a strong comeback.

Emory Pass tops out at almost 8,200 feet, with pine, fir and spruce trees covering the steep canyons where past fires have not burned. Spectacular rock formations appear all along the route and there is a great view from the top of the pass to the east to the Rio Grande Valley and the west to more Gila wilderness.

As I mentioned, multiple wildfires have wiped out sections of forest in recent years, the worst of which was the 2013 “Silver Fire” which affected much of the southern tip of the Black Range.

Whether you choose to zip through the Black Range in a fast car or chose a more leisurely drive in a lumbering pickup, the drive along New Mexico 152 is well worth it. Our drive took a little over four hours. You can picnic at several campsite along the route, or stop for lunch at the Hillsboro General Store Cafe (one of our long-time favorites), either way the drive is worth the time.

A front page article in our Las Cruces Sun-News this week told about the filming of three movies in and around our desert community about — wait for it — SHARKS!!! Two of the movies by the film company called The Asylum are entitled “Shark Shiver” and “Shark Frenzy” and the third apparently has not been named. The films will be released this summer.

And I thought the movie “Sharknado” was a stretch.

But wait, it gets better. The Asylum film studio was actually the one that produced the original Sharknado movie and has produced five sequels. And production is in the works for the 7th in the series which may or may not be filmed here in Las Cruces. And at least for one of the films, there was actually water involved with scenes filmed at Elephant Butte reservoir.

This is a quote from the article about the shark movie production plan from producer David Latt:

“… You ask yourself, how can you make any shark film in the middle of the desert?” he said. “It’s amazing what we can do

in post certainly, but as long as the actors are there and you have the essentials, you can really make anything work, and I think, at the end of the day, I think the audience will be captured … “

What’s frightening about his comment is how any video or photo can be manipulated so easily and how we have to be careful about what we see and think as being real.

It also speaks to the quality of these three films in that they were shot in a matter of three months. My wife and I recently watched the movie “Ben Hur” and were fascinated by the huge production effort to make that epic film. Planning for the film began in 1952 and it was not released until 1959. More than 10,000 extras were used in the film and the budget (1959 dollars) was more than $16 million. (More than $180 million in today’s dollars). I don’t know how big the budget was for the three locally produced shark movies, but the producer said they had used five local extras.

But I think the producers need to come back and produce a truly blockbuster movie featuring a shark that roamed the shallow seas covering much of New Mexico 30 million years ago. The creature was appropriately named “Godzilla Shark.” I mean, how much better movie title could you have.

And the plot goes like this:

A low-budget film crew is filming a shark movie at Elephant Butte when out of an underwater cave comes the pre-historic shark monster that has been reawakened from its fossilized remains. The shark fossil, in a layer of ancient seabed rock, was energized by radioactivity from the Manhattan Project’s first atomic bomb test just northeast of the lake. It comes out of the water onto the shores of Elephant Butte, walking with leg-like fins created by a genetic mutation, also from radiation exposure. It immediately eats the camera crew, then crawls eastward to Spaceport America, where — with its radioactively induced intelligence — manages to get aboard Sir Richard Branson’s low-orbit spacecraft. It launches itself and flies over the Gulf of Mexico where it suddenly gives birth to hundreds of babies. The spacecraft crashes into the water and all aboard survive. Suddenly the world is threatened by these intelligent voracious monsters with no less than 12 rows of teeth and an appetite for humans.

Okay, I’d better stop here because I’m expecting a phone call any moment from The Asylum studios to buy my script. Watch for me next year on the next Academy Awards for the best screenplay award.

As I have written in previous posts, I’m always fascinated by the Gila country of southwestern New Mexico. I’m always finding something new in the landscape or in the culture of its human past.

On my most recent trip to help school children from Silver City release once endangered Gila trout into Lake Roberts, I drove by a certain rock formation that I had seen before. Looking at it with renewed interested, it dawned on me that it looks suspiciously like something I’ve seen elsewhere.

I’m sure all of you are marveling at the capabilities of 3D printing. A good friend of ours has recently developed a device he can make from various types of plastics to help humans overcome shoulder problems. Who knows how many other applications are being developed to help humans deal with health issues. Two of our own grandchildren have their own small 3D printer which they have used to make such things as copies of Lego bricks.

And I’ve seen recent videos of how a 3D “printing” process can form walls from concrete for residential and commercial structures. I captured this photo on the Internet showing a device shaping walls with ribbed layers of concrete on a construction project.

So when I looked at the rock formation below along the highway between Lake Roberts and San Lorenzo, you can see why it caught my attention.

Look closely at the picture above and you can see the multiple horizontal layers of rock that are almost symmetrical in depth. It’s almost like a giant 3D printing device formed this rock structure in prehistoric ages.

I looked up the geology of the Gila country and most of it was formed about 30 million years ago. There are various phases of its development, including intense volcanic activity, continental movement and the presence of shallow seas. The New Mexico Geological Society has produced a guidebook about the geology of that region which you can purchase at this website https://nmgs.nmt.edu/publications/guidebooks/59/. Much of it is much more technical than I understand and you can find more about the region’s geology on the Internet.

My uneducated suspicion is that this layered rock was built up over eons underneath a shallow sea which once covered much of the Southwest or was layered by some volcanic ash/lava flows. I’m going to try to do a little more research and will let you know what I discover.

In the meantime, on your rush to Lake Roberts or anywhere in the Gila, take some time to look at all the interesting geological features which make this region of our state so special.

I wrote recently about the fact that New Mexico does not have any toll roads, although a “smishing” effort that reached a lot of people in our state claimed that we have one. I got a letter or an e-mail from the scammers suggesting I had not paid a New Mexico toll road fee recently and that I was in big trouble if I did promptly provide my credit card number and other personal information. I declined.

(However, if you read that blog, you’ll learn that one New Mexico’s northern Pueblos made a short-lived attempt to impose a toll fee for motorists passing through its lands in the late 1970s. Here’s the link https://aero-cordero.com/2026/03/31/we-kind-of-had-one/)

And as far as our state highways go, we also are on the short end of the number of tunnels in our state.

As best as I can count, there are three in our state, but only one of which is kept open all year long and used daily.

In the Jemez Mountains north of Albuquerque, there are two tunnels on a state road that is open on a seasonal basis. Those are the Gilman tunnels, carved out of solid rock to originally serve a railroad route into the mountains to transport timber. The two short tunnels were constructed in the early 1900s by the long-defunct Santa Fe Northwestern Railway and named after a railroad executive, William H. Gillman.

They are both located on New Mexico 285 along the Guadalupe River. You can tell by the high and narrow architecture that they were originally intended for locomotives and rail cars. The state highway connects to an unpaved U.S. Forest Service road a short distance from the two tunnels.

At least two movies have featured the tunnels, “3:10 to Yuma” filmed in 2007 and “The Lone Ranger” made in 2017.

The Santa Fe Northern Railway folded in 1941 after suffering financial difficulties during the Great Depression and experiencing severe damage to its route during flooding in the narrow canyon in the Jemez Mountains in the late 1930s.

The best-known highway tunnel in the state is along U.S. 84 between Alamogordo and Cloudcroft. Opened in 1947, the 528-foot-long tunnels has become a staple of the dramatic drive between the Tularosa Basin desert surrounding Alamogordo and the cool mountains of Cloudcroft at almost 9,000 feet above sea level.

As a newcomer to New Mexico in the 1950s, I vividly remember our family’s first drive through the tunnel, with windows open and our father constantly honking the horn on our pea-soup green Plymouth sedan as we negotiated the short passageway through solid rock. I still shamelessly honk my horn with my children and grandchildren in the car when we drive through it. (I think I even do it when no one else is with me in the car.)

Before 1932, a trip from Alamogordo or Las Cruces to Artesia required drivers to navigate a steep and winding unpaved road up the west side of the Sacramento Mountains, then through the forests on top of the mountains and then along the Rio Penasco to the east.

In 1939, a group of businessmen from Alamogordo, Tularosa and Cloudcroft met with state officials in Santa Fe to propose a faster route. State officials agreed to fund the project, although construction did not begin until eight years later.

 At $2 million, it was said to be one of the most expensive sections of highway ever built in New Mexico at the time. The state specified that no section of the road could have more than a 6 percent grade. Two long truck escape ramps were included as part of the construction, along with the famous tunnel. Some Native American artifacts in a cave on top of the tunnel had to be removed as part of the construction.

Amazingly, it was completed in just two years, with the grand opening on Nov. 20, 1949, in a ceremony attended by a crowd estimated at 1,000 people.

Over the years, the tunnel has been reinforced and is still occasionally closed to remove falling debris as the canyon sheds its rock and plant formations.

And it’s still a great place to get in your childhood “honks.”

For the third time in four years, I’ve participated in the release of trout raised in the classrooms of elementary schools under Trout Unlimited’s Trout in the Classroom program.

The program is designed to encourage students to appreciate the environment, the value of clean cold-water fisheries, to take responsibility for raising and caring for a living creature that will be returned to the wild and to encourage them to learn about fishing.

This latest release, however, was very special to me. It involved the release of once endangered Gila trout back into their home waters in the Gila Wilderness of southwestern New Mexico.

I’ve been writing about Gila Trout for about 50 years, from when they were first placed on the endangered list, to when they were downlisted to threatened, then back to endangered when terrible forest fires ravaged their native waters in the Gila Wildness.

The species has been moved back to threatened status but with a special exemption under the Endangered Species Act that allows the fish to be caught. Through determined conservation efforts, self perpetuating populations of Gila trout have now been established in certain waters in southwestern New Mexico and eastern Arizona so that anglers can now catch and keep them.

In northern New Mexico, the Rio Grande cutthroat trout was on the verge of being listed as endangered, but a long-term effort has made that species’ outlook strong enough to allow it to escape that classification. The Gila trout, however, was truly on the edge of extinction.

The fact that this species has now been made available for the Trout in the Classroom program was a culmination of many years of dedicated work. It included initial optimism, followed by periods of great anguish, then finally buoyed by the realization that they could once again swim throughout their original habitat in one of the most inhospitable landscapes where cold-water species of fish can be found in the United States.

The Trout in the Classroom project at G.W. Stout Elementary School started more than a year ago under the direction of a dedicated teacher, Keith Rogers, who is an avid outdoorsman and has a passion for the open spaces of southwestern New Mexico and the Gila Wilderness. Trout eggs were delivered to the school last spring from the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service in Mora, NM. Rogers’ students monitored water quality, fed the fish, cleaned the aquarium, recorded their progress and wrote about the project.

As the coordinator for Trout in the Classroom projects for Trout Unlimited’s Gila-Rio Grande Chapter, I’m proud to say I had a role in helping obtain equipment, direction and support for the program.

With about 50 students from the school present last week on April 2, we released 14 of the fish into Lake Roberts, a man-made lake fed by the waters of Sapello Creek, which from there flows west into the Gila River. There was great support from students at G.W. Stout Elementary, involved parents, other teachers at the school, the U.S. Forest Service, New Mexico Game and Fish, Trout Unlimited, Silver City Consolidated Schools, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, student groups from New Mexico State University and Western New Mexico University and the Mesilla Valley Fly Fishers (of which I am also a member). With all the turmoil in our country today, it’s a great feeling that so many groups and individuals can get together to make a project like this happen and be so successful.

Below is a video of some of the fish in a special cooled and aeriated containersjust before they were released into Lake Roberts. Notice how colorful the juvenile fish are:

The students seemed to be happy to participate in the field trip. They acted — well like my own 11-year-old granddaughter and 12-year-old grandson act — full of energy, occasional moments when they were focused on the project and lots of social interaction.

In addition to releasing the fish, there were activities for the students. One was a eco-scavenger hunt, where students had to collect things like pine cones, juniper berries, aquatic insects, oak leaves, etc. A bonus for a prize was if they brought in trash from around the area where the fish were released. There was also a nature hike and a fly casting clinic, which I helped with as much as I could with windy conditions and “tween”
attention span limits that are normal for that age.

Finally, below is a picture of the group, not including about a dozen other volunteers. It was a great day at Lake Roberts, for the students, for the adults and for the fish that are now swimming freely in their new waters.

Two recent stories about Texas wanting to grab some of New Mexico’s southeastern counties prompted me to look at some historical facts about our state’s boundaries over the years. And in particular, I wanted to look up Texas’ oft-repeated claim that The Lone Star State once included much of New Mexico.

Texas in fact wanted to “claim” a large chunk of New Mexico east of the Rio Grande, the watershed for that river into Colorado and beyond, and for some unknown reason, a thin strip of land all the way up into Wyoming at the 42nd parallel.

They key word here is “claim.” As far as I could research, there was never an official document granting Texas those lands when it joined the United States. Texas apparently argued that it got the right to those lands through a sketchy treaty signed under duress by Mexican General Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana of Alamo fame after his stinging defeat at San Jacinto. There has been much written about New Mexico’s borders and the West’s shifting state lines and I’m sure many Texans will continue to stand by their bogus claim.

The Texas story is as if I could just suddenly “claim” to own the New Mexico State University pecan orchard just down the street from our home without any legal authority to back me up.

What is interesting is that when Texas “claimed” much of New Mexico and Colorado, it basically wanted all the water rights to the Rio Grande and the Pecos River. The most recent attempt by Texas to poach New Mexico’s lands appears to be the desire to fold our rich Permian Basin oil fields into that state’s ownership and control. After Texas, New Mexico is the second largest oil producer in the continental United States. Texas would apparently like to strip New Mexico of that resource.

The latest salvo in the Texas Land Grab came recently when the speaker of the Texas House, Rep. Dustin Burrow of Lubbock, proposed legislation to study feasibility of adding certain southeastern New Mexico Counties to the Lone Star State. He apparently made the “Texas once owned much of New Mexico” claim in an attempt to justify his proposal. The counties being sought are Lea, Eddy and Roosevelt, all rich in oil and maybe nearby Curry County, also part of the area long known in New Mexico as “Little Texas.” The action by Texas follows a recent failed attempt by a New Mexico State Representative, Randall Pettigrew of Lea County, to allow those counties to transfer to Texas.

Pettigrew says he introduced his proposal mainly to generate conversation about how he thinks the southeastern corner of the state is often neglected while providing much of the state’s revenue from oil and gas production in the Permian Basin. For those of residents living far away from the power centers of Albuquerque and Santa Fe, we’re all too familiar with being neglected by the folks north of Interstate 40.

To continue along this train of thought, I’ve seen the map below of how the United States at one time considered establishing the boundaries of New Mexico.

Had that division stuck, Texas likely would have lost its claim as the biggest state in the continental United States, since the propsed territory included all of New Mexico, all of Arizona and sizeable chunks of Colorado and Nevada. It would have been a truly spectacular single piece of real estate, including the Grand Canyon, some of the Rockies’ tallest peaks, the Mogollon Rim, the Sonoran Desert and yes, that other Las Vegas and Lake Mead.

So if Texas continues to “claim” most of New Mexico was once part of that state, we can just as easily claim that New Mexico was once bigger than Texas. Take that Lone Star State!