If nobody’s told you yet, let me be the first. Pilates is dead in Paso. My legs are returning to their normal unflattering shape. So, I’ve taken up hiking. I’m staying on the West Side of town, which backs up against a pretty huge canyon. Peachy Canyon I believe it’s called.

On my hikes through the neighborhood, I pass the cutest little cottages. Each one uniquely different in it’s style and form. I don’t know if they are craftsman style, bungalows, some may even be Victorian. But I’ll call them cottages because they probably represent many different eras. Here’s a few of the ones I like to pretend I could own.

More appellation adventures in this region.