Messing with Maps: New Mexico 1859 edition

I must confess: I am a map junkie. I can stare at a map for hours on end. I do it to find possible hikes or runs, bikes or drives. I do it to jog my memory of Place. I do it to virtually travel to new landscapes I’ve never visited and maybe never will. I do it knowing full well that a map can never live up to the place it depicts, that the cartographer …