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Saving a Dream: Making a Ranch, Apache Mesa NM

August 20th, 2017 by Sallie Bingham in New Mexico 18 Comments

From the series: Apache Mesa

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Apache Mesa - BarnThose of us who dare to dream face the moment when fulfilling the dream becomes too much: too much work, too much time, too much uncertainty, too much money, too much loneliness.

That has happened to me over and over in my professional life as a writer—as it happens to all creative spirits. I was discouraged by the long delay in publishing my forthcoming book, The Silver Swan: Searching for Doris Duke, but last week word came for Farrar, Straus & Giroux that it is (really!) scheduled for next year. The Silver Swan will sail forth on the turbulent seas of the publishing world!

I am so grateful for the encouragement of friends and family, and especially of my assistant, Melissa Delbridge, in helping me to hold on through two years and six rounds of revisions. Now, it will happen, and my energies turn to the next book (it’s still too soon to talk about that), and my ranch at Apache Mesa here in Northern New Mexico.

The challenges of developing a ranch are different from the challenges of developing a biography, but the grit I need to hold on and finish is essentially the same.

An escape, a refuge, to write my next two books seemed not a luxury but a necessity...

In the case of my ranch, which I bought six years ago as an escape from an intolerable situation, my choice was intuitive and as is often the case with the operations of the intuition, not exactly rational.

Buying thirteen hundred plus acres on a nearly seven-thousand-foot-high mesa, a land of incredible dryness, fierce winds, and equally fierce heat and cold, can’t be called rational. Apache Mesa is not even a ranch; nothing grows there but native scrub, pinions and junipers, and the last ranching effort, probably sheep, vanished without a trace decades ago. Once the center for a now-disappeared community of hard scrabblers, the only structures were a falling-down stone sheep shelter and a small one-room stone house, said to have been a school.

And there is almost no water.

Apache Mesa - LandscapeThe real estate website that advertised the ranch showed ponds full of water, wandering elk, big-horn sheep, and all the other western iconic wild life. But the ponds only fill after the rare big rain and dry out in a matter of days. If there ever was an elk herd here, it has long since moved on to better territory. No big-horn sheep, either, although they might be able to survive in this rugged place. We do have several small brown bears (I encountered one a few months ago), an almost inaccessible spring, a few wild turkey, and maybe deer (I haven’t seen any of these). And there are a lot of small dun-colored birds.

Not exactly promising.

To make the site even more challenging, getting there involves a ninety-minute drive and a final ascent over the most terrible road I’ve ever encountered, the surface washed away, the rock-ribbed subsurface enough to rattle my spine, and the drops into the valley below awe-inspiring. The few other inhabitants of the mesa are not keen on investing in inevitably washed away road improvements, and that begs a big question: who is going to pay for the crucial leveling and resurfacing?

As though all that is not discouraging enough, I have been haunted by the loneliness that is the allotted misery for any dreamer: no one “gets it”—including my dear daughter-in-law who exclaimed in frustration when our car was stuck in a mud hole, “Why in the world do you like this place?”

“For the wildness in me,” I told her with assumed jauntiness, but really it is a question I’ve often asked myself.

Apache Mesa, as I dreamed it, was to be a retreat from the accumulating duties that have arrived on me after twenty-five years of living in a town that is bursting at the seams. With the national situation as it is now, it’s impossible to bow out of helping the many social justice groups here and elsewhere, the dedicated activists who are desperate for support, the daily avalanche of requests for worthy and threatened causes. An escape, a refuge, to write my next two books seemed not a luxury but a necessity.

Apache Mesa - Stone WallWhen I drove out to the ranch yesterday, I was on the verge of giving up that dream. The spine-rattling drive up Apache Mesa Road did not reassure me. The road will need major, and expensive repair before winter.

But when I saw the big red barn that is going up opposite the little stone house, I realized that my dream is not only mine. The four men who have worked tirelessly for two years, cutting brush, clearing trails, digging out the spring, and now completing the big red barn, have put their time and their energy into my dream, and I am not free to abandon it, or them. In heat so fierce Antonio’s soles melted on the tin roof as he nailed on panels, in wash-outs so threatening Juan’s truck nearly went over the edge of the road, in winds so powerful Manuel had to fear it would level his lovingly tended corn and sunflowers, in Bernie’s daily oversight as I come and mostly go, I understood what commitment means.

It’s not the early morning impulse but the leveling, exhausting day by day labor, in all kinds of weather, as well as the ninety-minute drive twice every day with the bone-rattling road up a part of it. It is what is so seldom expressed: the endurance that builds the dream.

The corn is ripening now and Manuel picked a dozen or so ears, some for me to take back, others to grill. As we sat around the grill, on stumps and stones, I regretted that I hadn’t eaten with these fine men before. They are all Spanish speakers who have lived here for decades, doing the hard physical work, without benefits, that those of us who have a choice avoid. Shoveling out manure in Kentucky thoroughbred farms where the horses have better housing than their tenders, picking fruit in California’s Central Valleys, these are our true heroes. Perhaps it is our white spinelessness and sense of entitlement that makes it so difficult for us to honor them.

And so we go on together. The purpose of the barn is not yet clear. I don’t know where I’ll place my writing table. Spending nights so far from any kind of help is daunting. But then I think of my oldest friend, felled by Western medicine, and another good friend whose terminal suffering has been prolonged for two years. I think I’ll get one of those stickers some motor cyclist apply to their helmets: DO NOT RESUSCITATE.

There is no better place to live, and die, than Apache Mesa–not only for my dream but for the men who are making it happen.

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A long and fruitful career as a writer began in 1960 with the publication of Sallie Bingham's novel, After Such Knowledge. This was followed by 15 collections of short stories in addition to novels, memoirs and plays, as well as the 2020 biography The Silver Swan: In Search of Doris Duke.

Her latest book, Taken by the Shawnee, is a work of historical fiction published by Turtle Point Press in June of 2024. Her previous memoir, Little Brother, was published by Sarabande Books in 2022. Her short story, "What I Learned From Fat Annie" won the Thomas Wolfe Fiction Prize in 2023 and the story "How Daddy Lost His Ear," from her forthcoming short story collection How Daddy Lost His Ear and Other Stories (September 23, 2025), received second prize in the 2023 Sean O’Faolain Short Story Competition.

She is an active and involved feminist, working for women’s empowerment, who founded the Kentucky Foundation for Women, which gives grants to Kentucky artists and writers who are feminists, The Sallie Bingham Center for Women's History and Culture at Duke University, and the Women’s Project and Productions in New York City. She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Sallie's complete biography is available here.

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  1. Suzy Martin says

    August 20th, 2017 at 8:03 am

    Sallie, .
    Enjoying your blog so much.
    I remember the days of Salon at Denise Furnishes and your Farmhouse. So many wonderful presentations, good company, retreats with Rebecca Martin. Remember her? Wren and Deb Clem, Anne Renner, wow and the little magazine you probably started, Louisville Review? supported…So lucky to have had you inspire many
    of us. Ps. When you read excerpts from your not yet published book, (80s) I had made fliers to send out…lol and Melanie Walker told me to stick to poetry…Best to you, always. Suzy Martin, now in Tampa. Age 71.

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  2. Trish Lindsey Jaggers on Facebook says

    August 20th, 2017 at 8:22 am

    I need such a refuge. <3

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  3. Rae Cobbs on Facebook says

    August 20th, 2017 at 11:33 am

    And we need you to have it!

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  4. Rae Cobbs on Facebook says

    August 20th, 2017 at 11:33 am

    And we need you to have it!

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  5. Lesli Allison says

    August 20th, 2017 at 1:21 pm

    Enjoyed and appreciated this piece very much.

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  6. Nancy Belle Fuller says

    August 20th, 2017 at 4:44 pm

    I think you are very brave to take on this amazing project. As the towns and cities spread and spew something grand that calls to us in nature seems forever lost. I, too love the Southwest and love that you will preserve this space for future generations. Never give up and never shut up!

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  7. Kristine B. McAnelly on Facebook says

    August 20th, 2017 at 7:41 pm

    I am tempted to grab a tent, a bag of tools, my grandmother’s straw hat, an oxygen tank, and trek your way. A tiny well built ranch in El Cajon, CA. suddenly sings from my past, surrounded by its adobe brick walls and seasoned wooden gates, with trailing succulents and flowering cactus tucked into the uneven fissures. This artist’s hacienda belonged to Olaf Wieghorst. I miss walking past it on my way to Renette Park swing sets. It has been moved and turned appropriately into a museum.

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  8. Bonnie Lee Black on Facebook says

    August 20th, 2017 at 9:12 pm

    Another poignant post, Sallie! Have you read Michael Pollan’s book about building his writing cabin in Connecticut? I think you’d love it. — xx

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  9. Michael Hardesty on Facebook says

    August 20th, 2017 at 10:36 pm

    Had a great writing retreat experience in Taos, but the altitude practically disabled me for the first three days.
    ?

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  10. Michael Hardesty on Facebook says

    August 20th, 2017 at 10:36 pm

    Had a great writing retreat experience in Taos, but the altitude practically disabled me for the first three days.
    ?

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  11. Marilyn McLaughlin on Facebook says

    August 21st, 2017 at 7:51 am

    Glad you have a happy place to rest your soul

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  12. Larry Baker on Facebook says

    August 21st, 2017 at 8:08 am

    I just love sallie.

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  13. Douglas Conwell says

    August 21st, 2017 at 12:09 pm

    They don’t call this the Land of Enchantment for nothin’……but alot of us call it the Land of Entrapment. Once you are here on the land, it’s gotcha…thanks for getting “it” Sallie.
    Doug at http://earthwalks.org/

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  14. Alexandra Eldridge on Facebook says

    August 22nd, 2017 at 7:47 am

    Fabulous!!!

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  15. Alexandra Eldridge on Facebook says

    August 22nd, 2017 at 8:06 am

    Fabulous!!!

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  16. Noelle Hanrahan says

    August 23rd, 2017 at 5:38 am

    Thanks for the writing, it is beautiful, encouraging and seeing purpose in places the vast majority of white writers just don’t see.

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  17. Gay Block on Facebook says

    August 23rd, 2017 at 7:37 am

    You are a fearless woman, Sallie. That may not, in your estimation, be the right word, but it works for me.

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  18. Virginia Speed on Facebook says

    August 23rd, 2017 at 1:44 pm

    Wrestling with Grendel’s mother….. so necessary ?

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