Lying in my sleeping bag in New Mexico State Parks’ breathtakingly beautiful Cottonwood Campground last Friday night, I could hear the San Juan River gently murmuring a few hundred feet away, dry cottonwood leaves rustling in the breeze, a guy strumming his guitar a few campsites down — and in the background a noise I couldn’t put my finger on. The steady sound didn’t seem connected to the traffic across the river on N.M. 64, nor from aircraft. It wasn’t late-arriving campers driving monster t

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