I live in Santa Fe, in a sort of depression. The area was a Japanese-American internment camp in WWII. Sometimes I call it "the hole".
These days the governor wants us all to stay at home except for essential travel. I'm guessing we shouldn't be heading out to the national forests, so most of my meanderings are now in the hood.
I'm coming to appreciate "the hole" more and more. It's no mountainside, but climbing out of it is still good exercise.
At the top is the Frank Ortiz dog park. It used to be a garbage dump, though possibly not an official one. Reduce, reuse, recycle.
The thing about the dog park is, it has great views.
The dog park has a lot of wild residents and transients, too.
Raptors and Falcons
This is high desert, dominated by junipers and piñon. As you get used to the landscape a variety of plants becomes visible.
Santa Fe has several nice neighborhoods. I used to think that one of those might have suited me better. Right now this seems an ideal place, where a few minutes of effort can yield a complete change of scenery.