Of the three mountain ranges that converge near Santa Fe, I’ve only begun to explore two. To remedy that I get a nice early start on a clear day at the north end of the Sandia Range. A cold wind keeps me moving upward to views of ever more majestic cliff bands. The views are stunning in all directions – unfortunately the pictures just don’t do them justice. A hundred jaggy cliffs rise to the south, Cabezon Peak juts up in the West, the snow-capped Sangre de Cristos loom over the Cerrillos Hills to the northeast, and southwest the great plains stretch away to infinity. On the way down I discover the trail is full of ripe piÃ±on, which keeps me snacking for most of the descent.