Reminders for the Journey - My Local Press

[Fictional Demo] Where the Pecos Comes Back: Walking Out on the Flume

Ask anyone who grew up here and they'll tell you about the flume — the great concrete trough that carries the Pecos over the Pecos at the edge of town. The first one washed out in a flood; the one that replaced it in 1903 was, for a while, the largest irrigation flume in the world. We used to walk out on the catwalk on summer evenings and watch the water rush underneath, fast and green, on its way to the farms downriver. There's something about standing over a river that's crossing a river th

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[Fictional Demo] Down in the Potash: When Carlsbad Ran on Pink Rock

For a long stretch of this town's life, you could set your clock by the shift whistle out at the mines. Carlsbad was a potash town — men went down into the earth and brought up the pink rock that fertilized half the country's farmland. It was hard, hot, proud work, and it built this place: the houses, the schools, the ball fields, the families. If your granddad worked the potash, you carry a little of that underground grit in you. This town does too. --- *This is fictional demo content creat

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[Fictional Demo] Friday Nights at Carlsbad High

If you were a teenager in Carlsbad, the week pointed at Friday night. There were the Cavemen under the lights, the whole town in the stands, and afterward the slow loop up and down Canal Street with the windows down. Sock hops in the gym. A milkshake somewhere. Somebody's older brother with a car. We thought we couldn't wait to leave. Funny how many of us spend the rest of our lives trying to get that Friday-night feeling back. --- *This is fictional demo content created to demonstrate the p

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[Fictional Demo] Summers at the Beach and the Rides That Used to Be There

Before there was anything else to do in the heat, there was the beach — the stretch of the Pecos right in town where the whole of Carlsbad seemed to show up on a July afternoon. Some of you remember the little amusement park that sat down there, the one with the rides and the lights that came on at dusk. Paddle boats on the water, snow cones melting faster than you could eat them, somebody's transistor radio going. The rides are long gone, but the beach is still ours. Every kid in this town ha

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[Fictional Demo] The Pecos Runs Through It

It's easy to forget, until you stand on a bridge and look down, just how much of this town was built around the river. The Pecos comes up out of the desert, runs green and cottonwood-lined right through the middle of Carlsbad, and keeps going south toward the farms. Generations of us learned to swim in it, fished it, courted along it, and complained about it when it flooded. A town is lucky to have a river. We've had ours the whole time. --- *This is fictional demo content created to demonst

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