I don't know exactly when it happened...it must have come gradually, but I have, in fact, started to personify this little town, this village where we live.
Our small settlement in this beautiful but harsh environment seems to have a life of her own. The first early inhabitants of this area left signs that tell us this place was not always desert. Their bones and fossils offer new clues every now and then. The early people left their mark, too. Their ollas and metates, their trails, pictographs and intaglios remind us. History passed through this place...DeAnza, the Butterfield Stage, the Mormon Battalion and others. Finally, the Park wrapped it's warm supportive arms around this little town in the desert.
Borrego, inside this protective Park circle, continues to persevere. She has undergone change...some of it extraordinary - some of it heartbreaking. She has seen exuberant times. She has seen desperate times. She will continue to change as the years pass. She counts herself extremely lucky. Throughout her life, she has always attracted generous benefactors, a cadre of dedicated volunteers and residents who love her !
All of us make Borrego what she is today and what she will become tomorrow. Thank you, dear old friend!
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