by Bill McKeown
Folks in this hamlet tucked hard against the Sangre de Cristo Mountains like to say that it’s the kind of place you either “get” – or you don’t. On the surface, it looks like any of the other small, poor towns that bake in the sun of the San Luis Valley. Dogs wander down the middle of deserted streets. The beauty parlor sells used clothes. A lonely old guy in a cowboy hat waves to passers-by from his porch.
But for those who “get” it, something more lies beneath the gentle rural rhythms, something that has lured a large contingent of New Age practitioners, alternative-medicine healers, Western Buddhists and Hindus, silent monks, and retro hippies. These locals think a vortex of powerful, metaphysical energy envelopes Crestone, population 93, and an adjoining hillside subdivision, the Baca Grande.
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