Well not a restaurant really, but our friends’ hidden cabin where they spend much of the summer living in the real real world [not the world you’re participating in by reading this] and to which we are always happy to travel over some truly amazing roads [some briefly as challenging as those of the inner Owyhee although less bone-jarring, less long and with views more various].

From Libre to pavement eight miles, onwards to, eventually, graded gravel, graded dirt and –  things becoming interesting – rocks only occasionally scraped by some sort of blade; up, down, down to a creek and UP again;

On high the road turns to ways tracked across meadows, with forested areas interspersed until the final pitch…

All leading to lavish libations in a secure undisclosed location, followed as promised by excellent homemade green chile, local tamales, pie and, for some [like me], marvelous and restorative coffee before a look at the sort of artworks [not shown] such isolation can provoke…

 Then, of course, down and down again;

Home before storms swept in at sunset…

So it is…

M