How did I get here?

It’s a fair question—and the story might be short, but it’s full of heart.

It all started with my Aunt Betty, my mom’s younger sister. When I was a teenager, she introduced me to Native American jewelry, and from that moment on, I was hooked—especially on turquoise and the artistry of the Southwest. She lived in Oregon at the time, and every time I visited her, I came home with new treasures and a deeper appreciation for the wide-open spaces out west. Growing up in New Jersey, that kind of space wasn’t something I was used to!

Years later, as an adult, I had the chance to work with someone based in Albuquerque, NM. One evening, we went out for dinner in a place called “Old Town.” I was instantly captivated. All around us, Native American artisans were seated on blankets outside, selling their handmade jewelry. Their craftsmanship was incredible—and they were more than happy to talk with us about their work. For me, this was the best kind of entertainment.

Then, something magical happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a hot air balloon floating on the horizon. My dinner host smiled and said, “If you like that, you need to come back in October for the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta.”

And just like that, I was already planning my return.

For the next ten years, I made it a tradition to visit Albuquerque every fall. I’d be up before dawn to photograph the mass ascensions at 7am, and then spend my days exploring—driving hundreds of miles through the stunning landscapes of New Mexico, discovering new artists, and collecting jewelry that reminded me of the beauty, culture, and spirit of the Southwest.

Back in New Jersey, I proudly wore my finds and shared my stories with the college students I taught. They were always curious about my trips—some even asking questions like, “Do you need a passport to go there?” (Nope, just a good sense of adventure!)

So when I finally retired from teaching, I knew exactly where I was headed. I packed up my car, said goodbye to the Garden State, and followed my heart to the Land of Enchantment.

And that’s how this Jersey girl ended up in Ruidoso, NM.

Zia Jewelry by Calvin Nelson Pegasus sculpture in Cerrillos, NM Rio Grande River Gorge Bridge