Fresh powder at Taos Ski Valley, in New Mexico. Credit: Jen Judge Several decades ago, I was living with my future wife in Santa Fe, working as an editor at a magazine about outdoor sports. I would find myself sitting at my desk, cutting words and moving sentences, and entertaining the same daydream about seven times a day. In my mind I would trace the route north from Santa Fe as Sara and I drove up through high-desert scrub and the towns of Pojoaque, Espanola, and Velarde.