As you head south down the steep curves of I-25 into New Mexico, the Raton Pass Motor Inn’s cheery turquoise siding and red-trimmed windows mark the first sign of humanity in the state. It’s both on the fringe of town and on the edge of a wilderness.
The 1950s motel sits just far enough back from the highway to see cars flicker by without hearing much of the road noise. It’s also just close enough that Brandy Dietz, who
