This large piece (above and here) is called "Apache Mountain Spirit Dancer" by Craig Dan Goseyum. He watches over the place.
The buildings, earliest of which was built as a research facility in the 30s, are completely attuned to one another, as is all the signage and the landscaping of the area.
I was awfully sick on Saturday evening -- perhaps a cosmic or karmic purge of bad ju-ju left over from corporate America? I had been dining and working on the site of an old kiva earlier that evening. In any case, after determining it was not salmonella or swine fever, I spent Sunday in bed. That meant I missed the last session of the retreat and sightseeing that afternoon and evening. So it was a double treat to get at least this look at the oldest part of New Mexico, where the Santa Fe Trail crossed.
I got into Austin last evening and spent it with old friends. I've been out for a walk in the rain this morning, and am hoping to see Lady Bird Johnson's Wildflower Garden this afternoon.