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;
North again
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.
mas anon.
I remember having some fun poking around in Jackalope on our trip to SF a few years ago.
Stephen
That Jackalope has only gotten vaster…”abandon hope ye who enter” comes to mind. We didn’t, but continued on to the aforementioned breakfast which was located quite near another even more amazing attraction, Meow Wolf. So much to do, so little time…
You mentioned ‘needles past vertical’, and it reminded me of ‘needles in sync’, which I observed on my first and second moto bikes (’69 Yamaha R3 350 and ’76 Suzuki RE5), both of which, in 4th gear would have the speedometer needle and the tachometer needle swing at exactly the same angle on their dials. Creepy, eh? 🙂
Something to do with the gear ratios, no? In the case of Marsh’s International forty-five is about top speed…and no power steering, either. Oof.
I had visited Santa Fe many decades ago, then again just a few years ago. I think your alteration of a single vowel in the name says it all.
They also sometimes style it “Fanta Se”, and there is of course “Santa Fe Style”, which to my mind will always conjure up art galleries crowded with bright and cheerful things with a price tag on every one. Classy shit.
Have remaining fondness for Albuquerque, and the local metalwork is an example of why. Love the puffy clouds scattered across the sky just like Georgia reproduced.
awesome visit Micheal. you and Linda are model citizens of this make what you can of it world. The IH flatbed is a 1969, by the way. Marshall and new roasters are on their way from Portland and soon the smell of roasting New Mexico chilies will remind us all why our noses are attached to our mouths. long live chilies, art and good people
so you got back, but an earlier mention of mosquitos is very discouraging to Marina
in the meantime we still see no rain
The unprecedented presence of mosquitoes is most discouraging for us as well…
Nice shots as always. Is the roadrunner real? I had an International 3/4 ton when I was a teen. It was as sturdy as a rock.
Sturdy as a rock but also not exactly quick, right? I had a ’48 panel truck for a year in New Haven; 45 mph was about the top speed of that one, too. Yes, the roadrunner was real.