ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. — I’m moving on, and I’d like to take this opportunity to say thanks.
I’m leaving the newspaper for a new project. My friends at the University of New Mexico’s Water Resources Program, who care about these issues as much as I do, have kindly offered me a home to work on a book about the future of water and the communities in southwestern North America that depend on it. The folks at Island Press have agreed to publish it once I finish.
Writing in the Atlantic a few years ago, Michael Hirschorn described the “semi-charmed kinds of lives of the mind” we journalists are privileged to live. With your help, I’ve spent more than 30 years being curious, learning things and trying to explain them to you as best I can.
Pushing off from Lee’s Ferry into the depths of the Grand Canyon, or deep in scientific literature about tree rings at El Malpais, or staring from the deck of the Apache Point Observatory’s big telescope into the great cold depth of the night sky, it was hard not to feel a bit sheepish, like it was some sort of scam. I get paid for this?