Corrales, New Mexico (pop. 9,000)
Greg and I now live in a small town just north of Albuquerque treasured for its wholesome rural charm ... a well-kept secret
sandwiched between subdivisions and a gritty working-class city. Corrales is an old settlement in the riparian zone along
the Rio Grande, shaded by cottonwood trees and rich with pastures and fields. But alongside the picturesque stables, goats,
farm stands, and feed stores, there is a the inevitable virus of Yuppie restaurants, tourist shops, and psychotherapists that
have earned Corrales the moniker of "mini Santa Fe" ... and which now includes us. Who can complain? It's a five-minute
walk to the brewpub, and I jog along irrigation canals that pass fields, farm houses, stables, and barns. The people are down-to-earth
and don't worship money. It's a quiet, peaceful place to draw, scribble, cook, and play with mud.