Julia and I went for a hike up the mountain, the base of which our house is located. To be more precise, it's not a mountain; it's a mesa. From our house you can't tell that - it just looks like a slope. As we ascended, it got increasingly steeper, to the point that it was a bit harry. But we made it and were rewarded with incredible views. At the top of the slope is a fifty foot cliff that lines the ridge.

We walked along the ridge for a bit and found a tame, scalable gap in the cliff and climbed to the top. At the top the view changed drastically from a forested slope to a mesa which stretches out flat for many miles. Few if any settlements, bright sunshine (as opposed to the shade while ascending), and a steady breeze. From the top we could see the whole valley with the towns of Glorieta and Pecos. And our house! which is the farthest right abode in the bottom of this picture.

Here's the view looking north to the mountains: