New Mexico’s Ojito Wilderness is always a delight. You never know quite where you’re going when you step in, and you’re never quite sure if you’ve gotten there. Everywhere is curious and pretty, but you always have a feeling that something even better must be in the next pocket of sandstone, up the next gully, over in the next shale valley. And you may be right. I know there’s rock art in the neighborhood, but I’ve never found it; and a couple folks looking for rock art once stumbled on Seismosaurus (apparently now reclassified). I’ve yet to find anything truly remarkable, but you’d have to be blind to go out there and not come away fascinated by the badlands, curves and pillars of sandstone, twisted ponderosas (far below their normal elevations), and spectacular distant views of the great geologic uplifts of the Nacimiento and the Sandias. I really must get out there for an overnight in some interesting weather!