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!

Many New Mexico residents, including me, have been receiving scam mailings or e-mails regarding pending punitive action because we have not paid for recently traveling on a state toll road.

SPOILER ALERT: There are no toll roads in New Mexico.

The mail I got wanting me to pony up my credit card number and other personal information was pretty sketchy. It was sent from an out-of-state address, did not specify what toll road was involved, did not identify my vehicle and except for a fuzzy rendition of the state seal, did not have any appearance of an official state legal document. And my fine for not paying the toll was due Feb. 4 — oops, I missed that deadline. “:^{

On various recent social media postings I’ve read, people have been laughing about how lame this so-called “smishing” expedition is. Below is a link to the New Mexico Department of transportation warning state residents about the scam:

Scam alert: New Mexico has no toll roads

But hold on a minute — there was actually an attempt to establish a toll road along New Mexico 285-84 in northern New Mexico about 1978.

It seems that the Nambe Pueblo, between Santa Fe, Espanola and Los Alamos, felt the state owed the Native American pueblo money for allowing U.S. 285 and U.S. 84 to cross their lands. The conflict revolved around tribal sovereignty and the pueblo’s claim that the state had not lived up to its requirement to compensate it for the right away across their sacred lands.

I was a journalist with United Press International at the time and remember seeing photos and hearing stories of people being stopped at tribal roadblocks on the highway as it passed through Nambe Pueblo lands, with officers demanding toll money from motorists. The route is heavily traveled, with employees at the Los Alamos National Laboratory, and workers from Espanola who had jobs with the State of New Mexico flooding the route at rush hour. I don’t recall the temporary toll road lasting for very long before the state realized it needed to renegotiate the right of way agreement with Nambe and other northern Pueblos along that route.

Negotiations over the right of way continued for years and things mostly calmed down until in 1995, when a federal prosecutor threatened to shut down gambling casinos operated by the various pueblos along that heavily traveled stretch of highway.

Pojoaque Tribal Leader Jacob Viarrial was adamant in his intention to close the highway because of the threatened shutdown of the casinos.

“It’s to show our frustration,” Viarrial said of the road blockade on Christmas day in 1995. “It’s to show that we have come to the end of the line. We’re backed into a corner. We’ve become a wounded animal and we need to fight back.”

Working with then Gov. Gary Johnson, the state was eventually able to negotiate a deal between the tribes and the federal government which allowed the casinos to remain open.

For years, mostly when my son and daughter were younger and still in college, I’d send them random e-mails about funny things I’ve sighted in my travels through the state or had read about in local newspapers.

Things like a State Police officer having his way with a woman on the hood of his cruiser while a pet Chihuahua looked on and the security camera was rolling. Things like a ghost wandering through an Espanola public services parking lot. Things like the sign on the Navajo Nation offering to sell live goats and Avon products at a roadside stand.

These e-mails were incubators of my current Aero-Cordero blog, which reports on topics historical, hysterical and just plain weird about our 49th state. My son once said that Espanola’s slogan should be “Espanola never disappoints.” I think that could be expanded to say “New Mexico never Disappoints.”

A couple of things showed up on my radar last week that fall directly into the “never disappoints” category.

First, did you know that the only time in current history* that the United States mainland has been invaded by an organized para-military force was right here in New Mexico — just about 60 miles west of us in the town of Columbus on the U.S.-Mexico Border 110 years ago.

Villa, a self-appointed defender of the agrarian poor in northern Mexico, organized the raid because he was angry at the United States for supporting the incumbent Mexican president, Porfirio Diaz, in a major escalation of the ongoing Mexican revolution.

On March 9, 1916, Villa led roughly 500 of his supporters known as “Villistas” in a raid on Columbus, New Mexico, and the adjacent U.S. Army camp, killing 17 Americans (10 civilians, 8 soldiers). The attack, prompted President Woodrow Wilson to send a “Punitive Expedition,” led by Gen. John J. Pershing, into Mexico, though they failed to capture Villa after nine months of searching. It also marked the first time American aircraft were used in a tactical mission in another country.

Approximately 70 Villistas were killed during the raid, including some who were captured and later hung.

As an aside, I worked with a woman in one of my previous careers who had grown up in El Paso and said her grandmother had done Villa’s laundry when he was in the city just across the border in Juarez. By all accounts, Villa was very kind and paid her grandmother handsomely for her work.

Last week I wrote about the efforts of Robert Goddard, the pioneer of liquid fueled rockets who did much of his early research in the high plains of southeastern New Mexico near Roswell. His first experimental rocket was launched just a little over 100 years ago on his aunt Effie’s farm in Massachusetts.

Because of his efforts, Germany began further development of liquid fueled rockets which led to the formidable V2 rocket used toward the end of World War II on England. After the war, the United States captured several of these rockets and began deconstructing and testing them at our own White Sands Missile range just across the Organ Mountains from Las Cruces.

On May 29, 1947, one of the V2 rockets being tested at White Sands went off course and flew south toward Juarez, Mexico, crash landing in a cemetery.

The El Paso Times reported that between 1946 and 1950, about 60 captured V2 rockets were launched at White Sands for testing. The impact in Juarez on May 29, 1947, was a little too late to highlight a “Cinco de Mayo” celebration, but the El Paso Times said it did happen to “interrupt a nearby Mexican fiesta.”

So there you have it. We were invaded by another country in New Mexico and we conducted the first launch of a military rocket into a neighboring country from inside our own borders. That’s why I love New Mexico and its oddball history.

*To be clear, the War of 1812 involved multiple invasions by England into certain areas of the east coast of the United States. In those cases, the invasion was launched by sea. The Pancho Villa invasion was the first time a neighboring country crossed the border on land.

Saying that weather has been unusual this year has become a boring conversation starter these days. Everyone knows it. The only thing we don’t know is what’s going to get thrown at next us by mother nature.

One good outcome in our part of the desert Southwest this year was an unusually heavy four-day rain event in January that dropped almost two inches of precipitation. That was followed up by two fairly good soakers, leaving us with precipitation ahead of normal for this time of year.

That apparently helped trigger a desert super bloom of Mexican poppies along the edges of the Organ Mountains in our Chihuahuan desert.

Mexican poppies are cousins of California poppies which also are apparently appearing in a super bloom this year in southern California’s deserts.

I found this online:

“The Mexican poppy (Eschscholzia californica ssp. mexicana) and California poppy (Eschscholzia californica) are closely related, often treated as subspecies, but differ mainly in habitat and appearance.”

California poppies apparently have more orange than the Mexican poppies which are mostly yellow with an orange center. Their blooming cycle appears to be between five to seven years, according to various sources online.

My wife and I had been reading about the poppy bloom on recent online posts so while our daughter was visiting from Austin, we decided to take a trip out along roads bordering the Organs to see for ourselves. The flowers were a bit thin when we first veered off Dripping Springs road to Baylor Pass road, then became more and more frequent as we headed north. We decided to take a quick hike up the Baylor Pass trail, but before we got there, our trip was temporarily interrupted by a pack of javelinas and a lone coyote darting across the road.

Along the trail, the flowers became more and more numerous, causing us to stop frequently and snap photos. Then when we looked back to the northwest, we could see large fields of yellow in a mostly rural neighborhood near the southwest corner of U.S. 70 and Baylor Pass road.

We decided to see if we could get closer and found this:

I’m not sure how much longer the super bloom will last, but if you’re in the area, take the time to go out and see it.

My wife and I went to our first college baseball game of the year this week. It was an almost perfect game — not in the sense of a pitching gem, but in the overall experience.

The weather was perfect, there was a loud enthusiastic crowd and the home team won. The game was entertaining from the start until the end, with one home run, a great double play and a spectacular outfield catch that ended the game. And as with most college games, there were a few errors to spice up things.

In the end, the New Mexico State Aggies beat archrival University of New Mexico 8-6, handing the Lobos their first loss of the season.

What I’ve always liked about early season baseball games is the memorable smell of the event. It’s an ever changing blend of women’s perfumes, hot buttery popcorn in a bucket nearby, hot dogs cooking in the food truck outside the stands and other olfactory offerings. I never seem to get those same smells at other athletic events.

I think it has to do with the temperature being a little on the chilly side, along with a slight breeze to mix things up and for us in the desert Southwest — maybe a little unexpected spike in the humidity from an intramural sports field being watered nearby.

For me, it’s always made these games more memorable.

The game was pretty good. The Aggies got on the scoreboard first with one run in the second, followed by two more in the fifth, one of them a single home run. And just when you thought we were looking good, the Lobos bombed in three more runs in the top of the sixth to tie it all up.The Aggies got one more run in the bottom half of the sixth to get one run up, but the Lobos came back with three more runs in the next inning. They were ahead 6-5 as we moved into the 7th inning stretch. But the Aggies managed to put together a series of base steals and hits to put three more runs on the board before the last out for the Lobos in the top of the 9th.

It was mostly cheap fun. The tickets were $12 apiece (a $2 premium over regular tickets and another $2 more than I remember paying for them last year), hot dogs were $3 each but water — the essence of life — went for $5 a bottle.

The entire infield AND outfield of the Presley Askew Park is now artificial turf, which as a bit of a purist is not appealing to me. (I mean, for Pete’s sake, we’re an agricultural college — we ought to be able to grow good grass).

And at one point, I spied pitchers in the bullpen tossing around a football — where was the pitching coach???!!!???

But in the end, the game experience was really good. I urge you to try to make it to a college baseball game sometime this spring. Lots of mostly cheap fun (and good smells.)

It was an almost instantly regrettable impulse buy. I stopped by the local Walgreens earlier this week to buy some over the counter medicine. On my way to the cash register, I passed a display of Peeps marshmallow candy.

“Well, how long has it been since I had some of those,” I wondered. “I’ll buy some as a joke for my wife.”

But secretly, I wanted to eat one to see if they were as good or as awful as I had remembered them.

When I got home, my wife predictably was not interested in the “present” I got her.

“They’re so sweet that your teeth will rot,” she observed in her no-nonsense Midwestern way of analyzing the obvious.

So I decided to eat one.

I instantly felt the enamel in my teeth flushing down the back of my throat. But it was good in a nostalgic kind of way. I’ve now eaten three of the five in the pack and I have a dental appointment coming up on Friday. I’m wondering if I will have any teeth left by then.

However, it got me to wondering about this candy that always appears around Easter time. According to Wikipedia, Peeps first appeared in the late 1940s although the date is not certain. They were manufactured by the R.E. Rodda Candy Co. of Lancaster, PA, and were initially called “Rodda Marshmallow Peeps” or “Rodda Easter Peeps.”

The Rodda company was acquired in 1953 by Ukrainian immigrant Bob Born. His company, called “Just Born” still manufactures them today.

Here’s the website:

https://www.peepsbrand.com/

Ingredients for Peeps are pretty simple:”

Gelatin (for the marshmallow part), corn syrup, potassium sorbate (preservative), carnauba wax for the sheen of the Peep’s eyes, various dyes and of course, lots of sugar.

As you might expect with something that’s this legendary, there are Peep’s eating contests and scientific research to prove that they are basically indestructible. I found this tidbit from Wikipedia during my high-level investigative reporting journey:

“Peeps are sometimes jokingly described as “indestructible”. In 1999 scientists at Emory University jokingly performed experiments on batches of Peeps to see how easily they could be dissolved, burned or otherwise disintegrated, using such agents as cigarette smoke, boiling water and liquid nitrogen. In addition to discussing whether Peeps migrate or evolve, they claimed that the eyes of the confectionery “wouldn’t dissolve in anything”. One website claims that Peeps are insoluble in acetone, water, diluted sulfuric acid, and sodium hydroxide (the site also claims that the Peeps experimental subjects sign release forms). Concentrated sulfuric acid seems to have effects similar to the expected effects of sulfuric acid on sugar.“

And yes, I now really regret eating them.

This got me to thinking about our granddaughter’s recent science fair project in 5th grade for which she earned a blue ribbon in the regional fair in Austin, TX. Her project was to determine if there was any difference in the taste of different colored Pepperidge Farms “Goldfish” snack crackers. She and her seven-year-old brother conducted taste tests and determined that they could tell a difference.

So why not the same experiment with different colored Peeps?” They now are available in traditional yellow, blue, purple and pink. Do they taste the same? Inquiring minds want to know.

So I’m throwing out this challenge out to our grandchildren to conduct this very important experiment for next year’s school science fair.

In the meantime, I just heard the last two Peeps calling my name. I’m heading back for them before the ossify and turn into rocks.

On our daily walks with Chester, our dog, we often let him off the leash to run along the roads which border the large irrigation ditch which threads through our semi-rural neighborhood. It’s great place to walk with only a few other people and dogs and lots of things for Chester to sniff, explore and an opportunity for him to have occasional bursts of the zoomies.

The downside is that the ditch roads are prime breeding grounds for the dreaded Tribulus terrestris, commonly known as goathead weed. And of course, Chester always seems to find one of those nasty stickers from the weed in his paw. When he does, he immediately stops while he’s yards away from us, pitifully holds up the injured paw and waits for us to walk to where he is to remove it. Then he darts off again, only to find another goathead sticker. The cycle repeats.

There are two really really obnoxious weeds in New Mexico, Russian thistle, known as the common tumbleweed, and goatheads. Russian thistle somehow ended up in North America shortly after the Americas became colonized by Europeans, while the goathead weed apparently originated in South America and probably got here by a thorn being stuck in some migrating animal’s hoof or paw.

Goatheads are more prominent in the Southwest, where poor soil conditions and dry climate seem to make them thrive. However, after unsuspectingly landing my balloon one day years ago in what I believed to be the world’s largest goathead patch, a young woman passenger from North Carolina said they have something similar they call “sand spurs.” I’m not sure the two plants are genetically related, but they both are pretty painful when you or your dog gets one or several stuck in their feet.

(After we landed the balloon, my crew and I spent what seemed like an hour getting rid of goatheads in the balloon fabric, in the leather on the bottom of the basket and of course in the soles of our shoes. Had I been able to see what awaited me from the air, I would have picked another place to land.)

What generated my interest in goatheads was an article in last weekend’s Albuquerque Journal that said a new minor league hockey team in that city has decided to be called the “New Mexico Goatheads.” I thought that was pretty clever marketing — naming a team for an almost unique state plant that sticks it to everyone. The hockey team is apparently the equivalent of a Double A baseball farm team and is aligned with the Colorado Avalanche of the NHL in Denver.

The team mascot is “Billy the Billy Goat,” shown below.

We hope the Goatheads will be sticking it to the competition when the season starts.

And by the way, the “Tarantula Wasps” — the official New Mexico State Insect — would be a great name for a sports team in the state. Talk about “sticking it” to the opposing team.

(Read my earlier post on Tarantula Wasps at: https://aerocordero.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=10099&action=edit )