In Roswell By Ben Goldfarb

Like many road-trip stories, this one begins with a vehicular breakdown. The Corolla is cruising two hours out of Santa Fe when the engine sputters, falters, dies. We coast to the shoulder and park. Long lines of barbed wire enclose … Continue reading

Tight Lines By Ben Goldfarb

I’m standing at the edge of Two Medicine Lake, casting a tiny Copper John nymph into the pearly fog at six in the morning. Frigid winds howl down the slope of Sinopah Mountain and fuse my hands to the rod. … Continue reading