There is a particular hush along the Rio Grande in the early morning. The city is only a few minutes away, yet beneath the cottonwoods it feels far quieter — just the sound of leaves, the river, and the occasional crunch of a runner on the trail.
The city is only minutes away, yet beneath the cottonwoods it feels far quieter.
The Bosque is the ribbon of forest that follows the river through Albuquerque. In autumn the canopy turns a deep, luminous gold; in summer it offers welcome shade; in winter the bare branches frame long views of the mountains.
This story is a sample of how longer features will read on Experience Albuquerque: a point of view, generous photography, and practical notes for anyone who wants to go and see for themselves.
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