July 28th was a day to remember! Mud Volleyball was hosted by Cibola General Hospital, Continental Divide Electric Cooperative, and Elks Lodge. They were able to raise $11,000 for a fund to help pay for women who need mammograms, but are unable to pay for them.

Personally, I had a blast. The water was cold, and the mud didn't get into too many places I didn't want it to. It was a great time, playing competitively with my colleagues, and just having a good time. There had to have been at least 1,000 people at the event at all times. There were multiple food trucks, and my favorite was Peace of Pie. The owner and operator, Ashley, whipped up a delicious calzone. She makes everything from scratch, and it shows in the flavor and craftsmanship. On a regular day, I've seen her parked by the Discount Liquor store off Route 66 by McDonald's. The Elks Lodge provided alcoholic beverages, and they had to have made a killing with they way people were getting drinks. If I would have known any better, I would have thought Grants was underwater with how people were drinking like fish!


Aside from my opinion, the whole event was a blast, and it supported a good cause. I hope that this continues, and it only gets bigger in the future.

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I took a trip this past weekend to Albuquerque's Sandia Mountains, and let me tell you, if you haven't gone you're missing out. Off of Interstate 40, you can go to the top in your car by going thru a little town called Cedar Crest. It has a lot of cute restaurants and shops in case you're hungry or wanting a souvenir on your way back down. I think from coming off the Interstate, it took about an hour to get to the top, and a little less coming back down. It was a nice little detour, and it was definitely worth the trip. In retrospect, I wish I would have taken more

pictures on the trails and at the little, brick house at the edge of "the rind".


Also, for those who don't know, Sandia is Spanish for watermelon. The settlers named the mountains after the fruit, because the mountain is made up of beautiful pink granite. When the sun is just right, the granite glows in the light, and the trees below make up the rind. Thus deeming the formation, Sandia Mountains.


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This section being my own little corner, I feel like you, as the reader, should know a little bit of my background before I begin this blog.


I was born and raised in a little town south of Fort Worth, Texas, called Crowley. If it wasn't so close to Fort Worth, I'd say that it is pretty much the Grants of Texas. Once I was old enough to fend for myself, I moved to San Marcos for college, and then about 2 years later, I decided to move to Grants, NM for new beginnings. I wanted a chance to start over, to get myself back to ground zero, and work my way back to self sufficiency. Now, a year later, I've found myself in this position to help make the Grants MainStreet district a thriving place.


In the year that I've lived in Grants, I've seen many things the area has to offer. Between the Sand Stone Bluffs, La Ventana Arch, Mt. Taylor, and Blue Water Lake, I've been able to witness the beauty this land holds. Those aren't the only things worth seeing, but they're the only ones I've seen so far. I'd like to take a trip down to the Ice Caves, so maybe you'll read about it in posts to come. I bring these natural attractions up, because while tall buildings and skyscrapers excite, these landmarks truly amaze. I understand why they call New Mexico "The Land of Enchantment", because there is so much natural beauty to behold.


If I close out with anything, its the wish that people could see what I see in New Mexico, Grants, and small towns in general. There's something wonderful about a community set in traditions, and that has a culture of its own. I love the uniqueness of Grants and its peoples. I feel like, too often, people move to big cities thinking they'll find everything they need. Though, too often, I've seen big cities take everything from a person and leave nothing behind. There's no one watching your back in a big city, and if there is, there are too many trying to stab you in the back. I love that in a small town you have people looking out for you. Everyone, more or less, is in the same struggle, and we help those who are willing to help themselves.


Stay tuned to actually see what I'm up to next week. Thanks for reading!

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