By Peter Anderson 1. Dear Blanca, On this postcard we see you from the north. The clouds have saddled up on your high ridges, where for a while, they will stay, until they realize you’re not going anywhere. Then they’ll get restless. One of them will say something like, “Hey, I’m gonna get me a ride on the wind and head out to the prairie … maybe see what Dodge City ain’t got.” Others will follow. Clouds roll like that. 2. Dear Blanca, This postcard pictures you as photographed by the Wheeler Survey. They were the first Anglos to climb ...