On a sunny, Saturday afternoon at the start of spring, music spilled into Santa Fe’s Railyard district from the Cowgirl, a BBQ restaurant with a band playing on its peach-toned adobe wall-ringed patio.
One of the Sky Rail trains, which offers riders an immersive experience of improv theatre, on-the-go cocktail parties or an evening under the crystalline stars in Galisteo Basin just south of the city, already had its engine, painted with the grinning jaws and folded ears of a wolf, pointed south down the spur rail line that gives the Railyard District its name. Vendors from the Santa Fe farmer’s market were folding up the white tent tops and tables from the morning, where the first spring greens had been laid out among bundles of dried chiles from last autumn.
