Glencoe, New Mexico

Glencoe, New Mexico: Tale of Cave, a Church, and a Valley of Coes šŸžļøšŸ•šŸŗ

From a Meem-designed chapel to a cave of aliens, Glencoe packs outlaw lore, political firsts, and roadside surprises into one tiny New Mexico town.

After winning (or losing) at the Ruidoso Downs horse races, you can hop in your car and head just 10 minutes east on Highway 70 to the tiny town of Glencoe, New Mexico. Whether you’re celebrating a jackpot or licking your wounds, Glencoe offers a few quirky stops worth your time.

But before we dive into caves, chapels, and charcuterie boards, let’s zoom out for a minute. With roughly 200 residents, Glencoe may be small, but its roots run deep—and they’re tangled up with some of the Wild West’s most colorful characters.

Welcome to Glencoe, New Mexico—a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it spot with deep roots, big skies, and more stories than buildings.
Welcome to Glencoe, New Mexico—a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it spot with deep roots, big skies, and more stories than buildings.

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Glencoe, NM: A Not-So-Brief History of a Tiny Town with Big Stories

If the name Glencoe brings to mind rugged green hills, swirling fog, and the kind of weather that practically requires a wool sweater and a dram of whisky, you’re probably thinking of the one in Scotland. And you’d be right—there is a Glencoe tucked away in the Highlands. I actually passed through that version back in the mid-1990s, though I doubt that fact will change your life. This story, though, is about the other Glencoe—New Mexico’s take on the name—where the hills are semi-green, the sun is relentless, and the personality is decidedly more dry than damp. It even had a distillery for a while but, like many good things, it didn’t survive the COVID years.

Not the misty Highlands of Scotland—this is Glencoe, New Mexico: more sun, fewer sweaters, and scenery that swaps heather for juniper-dotted hills and open pasture.
Not the misty Highlands of Scotland—this is Glencoe, New Mexico: more sun, fewer sweaters, and scenery that swaps heather for juniper-dotted hills and open pasture.

Outlaws, Ranchers, and the ā€œValley of the Coesā€

The name ā€œGlencoeā€ blends ā€œglenā€ (meaning valley) and ā€œCoeā€ (a family name). So I suppose you could call it the ā€œValley of the Coes.ā€ The Coe family originally hailed from Iowa and Missouri, and in the 1870s, a few bold members set out in search of a new life out West. They eventually homesteaded in a quiet valley near what’s now Ruidoso.

Two early arrivals—George Coe and his cousin Frank Coe—got a bit more adventure than they probably bargained for. They ended up riding with Billy the Kid during the Lincoln County War. In addition to being ranchers, their rĆ©sumĆ©s included ā€œOld West cowboys and gunmen,ā€ though I doubt that ever made it onto their business cards. After the dust of the Lincoln County War settled, George and Frank spent some time lying low in Nebraska and Colorado before eventually returning to New Mexico.

In 1884, George received amnesty from Governor Lew Wallace, allowing him to reopen his ranch and settle down as a respected community member. And yes, that’s the same Lew Wallace who wrote Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ. He published the book in 1880, while he was still governor, and it went on to become one of the century’s biggest bestsellers, second only to the Bible for decades. It was later adapted into several films, including the 1959 Charlton Heston version that won 11 Academy Awards. Not a bad side hustle for a territorial governor.

The Coes helped build a school, and George—looking to avoid the long, 12-mile trip to Fort Stanton for mail—petitioned for a local post office. He proposed the name ā€œGlencoe,ā€ and it stuck. Frank eventually dodged his legal troubles too, settling down with his wife and raising six kids on their ranch. Descendants of the Coe family still live in the area today.

The ā€œValley of the Coesā€ today—still peaceful, still scenic, and still home to generations of the family that gave Glencoe its name.
The ā€œValley of the Coesā€ today—still peaceful, still scenic, and still home to generations of the family that gave Glencoe its name.

Louise Holland Coe: Teacher, Senator, Trailblazer

While George and Frank helped shape Glencoe’s wild beginnings, another Coe would leave her mark in a very different way. Enter Louise Holland Coe—arguably Glencoe’s most remarkable resident.

Born in Texas in 1896, Louise Holland earned a degree in Education with a minor in Spanish from the University of New Mexico. She began her career teaching in a one-room adobe schoolhouse just two miles from what would become her ranch—convenient, but not exactly easy. Her classroom held 45 students, only 20 desks, and every student spoke Spanish. But Louise leaned in, taught from 1916 to 1918, and eventually helped consolidate the school with another nearby.

In 1919, she married Wilbur Coe. If you’re picturing her settling into quiet ranch life, think again. In 1920, women in New Mexico won the right to vote. Just a year later, they could run for office. Louise didn’t hesitate. With Wilbur’s support, she ran for state senate and became New Mexico’s first female senator in 1925—a role she held until 1941. She also became the first woman in the nation elected Senate president pro tempore, serving in that position from 1929 to 1941.

Of course, I had no idea what it means to be a ā€œpro tempore,ā€ so I looked it up. It’s Latin for ā€œfor the time being,ā€ and the role is essentially the second-highest leadership position in the New Mexico Senate—stepping in when the Senate president is unavailable. Given that Louise held the position for 12 years, ā€œfor the time beingā€ apparently doesn’t apply to how long you can serve. Maybe they should’ve upgraded her title to multo temporeā€”ā€œfor a long time.ā€

Louise chaired the Senate Education Committee and led a number of major reforms. After stepping down in 1941, she returned to Glencoe and continued to travel the world. She documented her life in two books—Lady and the Law Books (1981) and Highroads to Friendships (1984). They’re hard to track down, but they offer a glimpse into her remarkable life.

Her husband, Wilbur, also wrote a book: Ranch on the Ruidoso: The Story of a Pioneer Family in New Mexico 1871–1968. And George Coe started the family’s literary streak with Frontier Fighter: The Autobiography of George W. Coe Who Fought and Rode with Billy the Kid (1934). That one’s available on Kindle for $0.99. Needless to say, I downloaded a copy.

Back cover of "Lady and the Law Books", Louise Holland Coe’s 1981 memoir about her years in politics, education, and life on the ranch.
Back cover of “Lady and the Law Books”, Louise Holland Coe’s 1981 memoir about her years in politics, education, and life on the ranch.

Caves, Churches, and Curiosities: What to Do in Glencoe

There are tons of outdoor activities in the Glencoe–Ruidoso area—hiking, horseback riding, skiing, golfing, mountain biking—you name it. But if your plan is to hunker down indoors in the little town of Glencoe, don’t worry. You’ve still got a few curiosities worth checking out.

St. Anne’s Chapel: The Little Church with a Legendary Designer

First up: a tiny chapel with a surprisingly big backstory. St. Anne’s Episcopal Church, built in 1934 and named after Frank Coe’s mother-in-law, is a modest adobe structure tucked along Highway 70. It’s listed on New Mexico’s Register of Cultural Properties—and the reason why might surprise you. The church was designed by John Gaw Meem, a name that probably doesn’t ring a bell unless you’re really into architecture. But in New Mexico, Meem is kind of a big deal. He helped define the Pueblo Revival style you see all over Santa Fe, and he was the architect behind the remodel of  La Fonda Hotel—the same place Louise Holland Coe stayed during her Senate days. You can book a stay at the La Fonda Hotel too—still full of Meem’s design touches.

Meem’s path to Glencoe wasn’t exactly a straight shot. Born in Brazil and trained as a civil engineer, he worked in Virginia, New York, and South America before a tuberculosis diagnosis in the 1920s brought him to Santa Fe for treatment at Sunmount Sanatorium. The high desert worked its magic—on his lungs and his creative spirit. Inspired by the region’s architecture, he switched careers and became one of the most influential architects in New Mexico history. Curious? Here are two books that explore Meem’s legacy in more depth—especially if you’re into architecture, adobe homes, or New Mexico history: Facing Southwest: The Life and Houses of John Gaw Meem; and John Gaw Meem: Pioneer in Historic Preservation.

So how did he end up designing a little church in Glencoe? The best guess is that it had something to do with his parents, who were Episcopal missionaries. Whatever the reason, he lent his talents to what would become the first permanent Protestant church in the Ruidoso-Hondo Valley.

Services are still held once a week, Sundays at 9:30 a.m. I showed up closer to noon and found the place locked up tight—but even from the outside, with its thick adobe walls and mountain backdrop, it’s a peaceful and worthwhile stop.

Not your average country chapel—St. Anne’s Episcopal Church in Glencoe was designed in 1934 by none other than John Gaw Meem, the mastermind behind some of New Mexico’s most iconic buildings.
Not your average country chapel—St. Anne’s Episcopal Church in Glencoe was designed in 1934 by none other than John Gaw Meem, the mastermind behind some of New Mexico’s most iconic buildings.
A closer look at St. Anne’s Chapel in Glencoe, built in 1934 with stonework and timber details characteristic of John Gaw Meem’s early architectural style.
A closer look at St. Anne’s Chapel in Glencoe, built in 1934 with stonework and timber details characteristic of John Gaw Meem’s early architectural style.
Not just a pretty chapel—St. Anne’s is officially recognized as a cultural property by the state of New Mexico, thanks to its historic role and connection to architect John Gaw Meem.
Not just a pretty chapel—St. Anne’s is officially recognized as a cultural property by the state of New Mexico, thanks to its historic role and connection to architect John Gaw Meem.
A slightly foggy view from outside the chapel window—but you can still make out the cozy stone interior and polished wooden pews of this 1934 John Gaw Meem design.
A slightly foggy view from outside the chapel window—but you can still make out the cozy stone interior and polished wooden pews of this 1934 John Gaw Meem design.

San Ysidro Catholic Mission: A Quiet Landmark

Just down the road, you’ll find another small but storied church: San Ysidro Catholic Mission and Cemetery. These days, it’s mostly used for funerals and special services, but it remains a cultural touchstone in the valley. If you’re already exploring Glencoe’s backroads and history, it’s worth pausing here for a quick look.

WOODSWAN: Reclaimed Wood, Reimagined as Modern Furniture

One of the more intriguing places to check out in Glencoe is WOODSWAN, located at 27489 US Highway 70—the former home of the Glencoe distillery.

This isn’t your typical woodworking studio. WOODSWAN’s raw materials come from fallen trees, old stumps, and reclaimed wood—each one given new life as a table, shelf, or mantle that still reflects the unique character of the tree it came from. Cracks, curves, knots, and all.

Every item is designed, sourced, and built right here in New Mexico, which makes it feel even more rooted (pun fully intended). You’ll find handcrafted pieces that are equal parts art and function: dining tables, end tables, entry tables, mantles, charcuterie boards, and more.

The showroom is open Thursday to Saturday from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m., and by appointment the rest of the week. If you appreciate sustainability, craftsmanship, or just enjoy a good excuse to run your hand across beautifully finished wood—it’s worth carving out time for a visit.

(The four images below are shared with permission from WOODSWAN’s website and Instagram.)

Two halves of a whole: this sculptural coffee table from WOODSWAN was crafted from a single reclaimed tree stump—letting the natural split become part of the design.
Two halves of a whole: this sculptural coffee / cocktail table from WOODSWAN was crafted from a single reclaimed tree stump—letting the natural split become part of the design.
Each charcuterie board at WOODSWAN is one of a kind—shaped by hand, guided by grain, and finished to bring out the natural beauty of the reclaimed wood it came from.
Each charcuterie board at WOODSWAN is one of a kind—shaped by hand, guided by grain, and finished to bring out the natural beauty of the reclaimed wood it came from.
This WOODSWAN entry table balances rustic and modern—featuring a salvaged tree cross-section mounted on a bold black metal pedestal.
This WOODSWAN entryway table balances rustic and modern—featuring a salvaged tree cross-section mounted on a bold black metal pedestal.

Inside Fox Cave: Glencoe’s Strangest—and Most Entertaining—Stop

When I headed to Fox Cave, I pictured a quiet roadside cavern with a couple of interpretive signs and maybe a rack of postcards. What I found instead? Alien statues. Dinosaur bones. A narwhal tusk. And more curiosities than you can shake a geode at.

The first hint that this wasn’t your average cave came just off Highway 70, where you’ll spot a jumble of oddball props and museum relics near the parking lot. These leftovers are from the now-closed Ruidoso River Museum, which once featured everything from Billy the Kid memorabilia to the actual badge worn by Sheriff Pat Garrett—the man who played a central role in the Lincoln County War. The space has since been replaced by Weed World at Fox Cave, a dispensary, recreational lounge, and gift shop. So now, the site serves up geology, sci-fi oddities, and cannabis products in one delightfully offbeat package.

Fox Cave is the creation of Arnold Duke, a gemologist who studied at New Mexico State and now owns this roadside wonderland, along with the former museum and the Ruidoso Trading Post. His vision? A mash-up of geology, sci-fi, Old West history, and pure desert oddity.

Step inside, and you’ll find a mix of rock shop, fossil gallery, and sci-fi souvenir zone. The glowing alien figures, musical skeletons, triceratops masks, and gem-lined walls make it part museum, part fever dream. And yes, you can actually buy a chunk of geode—or just admire the narwhal tusk and wonder how it ended up here in the Hondo Valley.

Whether you’re into geology, kitsch, or just need a fun detour, Fox Cave is a stop you won’t forget.

Welcome to Fox Cave: Cowboy statue out front, aliens in the yard, and enough roadside oddities to make you wonder what you just stumbled into.
Welcome to Fox Cave: Cowboy statue out front, aliens in the yard, and enough roadside oddities to make you wonder what you just stumbled into.
Yes, you’re seeing that correctly—Fox Cave is built into a rock wall, and that’s a man casually walking across the parking lot wearing a purple shirt, purple top hat, and a dinosaur tail. Just another day in Glencoe.
Yes, you’re seeing that correctly—Fox Cave is built into a rock wall, and that’s a man casually walking across the parking lot wearing a purple shirt, purple top hat, and a dinosaur tail. Just another day in Glencoe.
Business casual, Glencoe-style.
Business casual, Glencoe-style.
The front entrance to Fox Cave, complete with stone faƧade, neon ā€œOPENā€ sign, and a velociraptor on wheels—because why not?
The front entrance to Fox Cave, complete with stone faƧade, neon ā€œOPENā€ sign, and a velociraptor on wheels—because why not?
Inside Fox Cave: glowing geodes, a rubber chicken, a wide-eyed soldier, and an alien watching from above. In other words—exactly what you’d expect here.
Inside Fox Cave: glowing geodes, a rubber chicken, a wide-eyed soldier, and an alien watching from above. In other words—exactly what you’d expect here.
Looks like this alien might’ve spent a little too much time in the dispensary.
Looks like this alien might’ve spent a little too much time in the dispensary.
The gift shop at Fox Cave is part gemstone gallery, part novelty museum, and part time warp.
The gift shop at Fox Cave is part gemstone gallery, part novelty museum, and part time warp.
Another typical cave scene: aliens in bunny ears, aliens on a motorcycle, a mannequin in a cape, and a skeleton halfway up the rock wall.
Another typical cave scene: aliens in bunny ears, aliens on a motorcycle, a mannequin in a cape, and a skeleton halfway up the rock wall.
And of course… a pterodactyl. Because what cave-themed oddities shop would be complete without one hanging from the ceiling?
And of course… a pterodactyl. Because what cave-themed oddities shop would be complete without one hanging from the ceiling?
A few other notable visitors inside Fox Cave: a pirate, Marilyn Monroe, a waiter, an alien—and of course, John Wayne, keeping an eye on the whole scene from the rocks.
A few other notable visitors inside Fox Cave: a pirate, Marilyn Monroe, a waiter, an alien—and of course, John Wayne, keeping an eye on the whole scene from the rocks.
And here it is: the aforementioned narwhal tusk, reportedly from the collection of Admiral Perry. Because why wouldn’t there be one in a roadside cave in New Mexico?
And here it is: the aforementioned narwhal tusk, reportedly from the collection of Admiral Perry. Because why wouldn’t there be one in a roadside cave in New Mexico?
More displays of typical cave wall dĆ©cor: a few tribal masks… and a triceratops.
More displays of typical cave wall dĆ©cor: a few tribal masks… and a triceratops.
A friendly frontiersman with a tray of rocks—and a silent alien sidekick offering a warm ā€œWelcome.ā€
A friendly frontiersman with a tray of rocks—and a silent alien sidekick offering a warm ā€œWelcome.ā€
A closer look at a few extraterrestrials catching a vibe in the cave… and one permanent resident up top.
A closer look at a few extraterrestrials catching a vibe in the cave… and one permanent resident up top.
What does a fox say? You’ll find out in Fox Cave.


Thought for the Week

For this week’s edition of the ā€œThought for the Week,ā€ I decided to look for a Scottish quote in a nod to the Coe clan—after all, the name Glencoe traces back to the green valleys of Scotland, even if this version trades misty hills for sunbaked mesas.

The proverb I found feels like something Louise Holland Coe might’ve understood well. Before making history as New Mexico’s first female senator, she taught in a one-room adobe schoolhouse packed with 45 students and only 20 desks—most of whom didn’t speak English. That kind of setting doesn’t leave much room for perfection. It calls for grace, patience, and a deep understanding that people are doing the best they can, even when they fall short in small ways.

In our own lives, it’s tempting to focus on minor annoyances—a clumsy comment, a missed detail, a slow driver on a fast day. But this week’s quote invites us to shift our perspective. To overlook what doesn’t really matter. And to remember that, chances are, someone is extending the same grace to us.

Wink at small faults, for you have great ones yourself.ā€
— Scottish Proverb



Thanks for reading and happy travels!

Mark (The New Mexico Travel Guy)

Mark (The New Mexico Travel Guy)

Mark Aspelin, The New Mexico Travel Guy (www.newmexicotravelguy.com), is a travel writer, conservation biologist, project manager, and author of two books. He’s visited over 100 countries and all 50 U.S. states—just enough to land in the Travelers’ Century Club and make choosing a favorite place nearly impossible. He’s currently on a questionable mission to visit every town in New Mexico (there are over 500) and write a story about each one, with plans to wrap it up sometime before his early to mid-100s. Mark balances his writing with conservation and project work from his home base in the East Mountains near Albuquerque, New Mexico.

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