July 17 – 19, south, south to the border and Summer’s
infrastructure disruptions which began while ascending Raton Pass [not shown]
and continued miles into New Mexico…
Miles down the plains a change of drivers,
Santa Fe for lunch, afternoon art binins transacted
and a home away from…
Home away bordered the Jackalope’s Vast Array of Things
and was convenient to a strangely unpopulated Tortilla Flats for breakfast .
Following the rescue of Linda’s historic drawings from a dubious-at-best Santa Fe gallery
we found lunch in Albuquerque before foraying further
into the Southwest Valley to Mitch Berg’s ambitious future studios project
and his son Marshall’s impressive Truck, destined to deliver and demonstrate chile roasting
around the state [anything past the vertical on that speedometer would be most improbable].
In the heat we returned northeast, haircuts enroute, for barbecued lamb and pasta pomdori,
some NE Albuquerque side views
and come morning some NE Albuquerque civic street art;
into infrastructure disruptions redux which despite the single lane remained mostly
unobstructed until a dozen or so miles before Trinidad we overtook two stoners in a nondescript Honda who led us in to a decidedly nondescript lunch at an excruciating twenty miles an hour below the [construction!] speed limit. Welcome to Colorful Colorado,
Land of the Free, Home of the Doped. But home we got,
reaching the LoPine Thursday morning…Lefty ‘n’ all.