It’s still Purgatory.
I’d bet when you used to go up there to fish and camp you saw few people, too. Yes, Good times!
My cousins ran cattle on the 160 acres in the summer time. They would take them via a semi truck up from their farms in Bloomfield and Aztec to a place just north of where the golf course is now. Kind of stage them there. Then they would haul them a gooseneck load at a time up back into the mountains. One year they were on this farm for a few days, eating fresh alfalfa in a scrubby alfalfa field. This was at the peak of the “Cattle Free By ‘93” insanity. Well, I was in a little pickup truck, following a load of these cattle in. The When cattle go off hay and get on fresh alfalfa, they get the squirts. My cousin passed some bicyclists, and about then a cow lifted her tail and shot cow crap out the side. Plastered a bicyclist. They were screaming and I was laughing. Great memory.