I have a real fondness for this city I once lived in as a child. I’m usually wary of urban progress for it so often creates visual urban blight. But over the last ten years, the city’s managers have resolved the difficult split and swell of traffic where I-40 and I-25 meet and cross. I still remember making the slow trip through Rio Rancho and Corrales just to avoid that transfer onto I-25 north to Santa Fe. This view out of our hotel window shows how small our petty human concerns are when matched against those ageless volcano guardians to the west of the city.
The Big I, where I-25 and I-40 meet.