Acequia Part 7: Progreso

Chris Jinzo, mayordomo of the Ojo Grande.

Chris Jinzo is a kind of folk hero in our community.  My dad remembers coming home from work one day and seeing the bulldozers and police cars along the side of the highway. Jinzo, the acequia mayordomo, was wedged in between them with a shotgun.  His family was one of the first to settle in the area in the 1800s.  When Mike Knight, a local developer, tried to buy up the village of San Antonio, New Mexico without the proper permits, Jinzo stood his ground.  In doing so he protected the water rights of the spring that his family had drank from for centuries.  Knight backed down and the residents of San Antonio partnered with the Bernalillo County Open Space to preserve the area.  Jinzo’s actions that day have inspired newcomers, including my father, to protect the unique landscape and culture of the Sandia mountains.

Triangle Grocery is still our hitching post.         Mural: Ross Ward. Photo: Vilseskogen

When Walmart enters a new town it is often met with a local resistance. The retail store strong-arms its way in anyway and muffles dissent.  Yet, when construction on a new super-center was proposed a mile down the road from San Antonio it was met with such a fiercely coordinated opposition that ground was never broken.  Attempts by other big box stores to move into the East Mountains have met similar demises.  Years ago, Blockbuster managed to open up a store here, but no one patronized it and it withered away.  Strangely, even after streaming video providers like Netflix pushed that business to bankruptcy, East Mountain Video, a mom n’ pop joint run out of the back of a house, continues to rent VHS and DVDs down the road from us.  For some reason small businesses flourish along the roadside, as big retail chains struggle to establish themselves. Continue reading

Acequia Part 6: Pueblos y Praderas

Could this be a tipi ring?

New Mexico’s dry environment does a good job at preserving artifacts.  It’s often hard to tell if something is new or old.  Everything just blends together in the bone-bleaching sun.  One summer afternoon I was taking a walk from my house to the post office.  I went a little further on my route than I should have and came across a section of burnt trees on the side of the trail.  Deciding to investigate, I walked a few yards down the ridge and stopped.  Rectangular patterns of rocks were carefully arranged on the ground.  They almost looked like a foundation of a house, except that they were just single stones resting on top of the dirt.

The original Route 66.

What I found was obviously man-made, but I was baffled by what exactly I came across.  A couple of weeks later I attended a lecture by Chuck Van Gelder, the East Mountain’s resident historian, who is featured in the video above.  He spoke of the huge populations of Apaches and Plains Indians that setup camp in the area.  Being nomadic, they didn’t leave a lot of physical evidence behind.  However, some of their tipi rings remain.  These rings are patterns of stones that were used to stake down the animal skin hides of the cone-shaped tipis. Continue reading