April 14, 2025
As a recap, I have to say seeing all the roadside wreckage on our trip to Roswell and back was a bummer, but the daydreaming made up for it.
On Sunday, after we lounged around Christopher Creek Cabin #9, we took off for Payson at about 8:30.
After a rousing, exotic breakfast at Duza's (this is absolutely one of the best cafes in the Southwest) we cruised on home, landing at the Triple B Ranch just after eleven in the morning. It was a long run for a good cause, and I also had time to think during those long stretches of lonesome highway out beyond Quemado. It's like fishing to me, just enough to do so that your mind can wander and be creative.
BBB Random Road Thoughts
I would love to do a desert noir story about a lonesome lawman who has to patrol the barren corridors of western New Mexico.
Pie Town PD
He doesn't even like pie, so of course, he got the assignment to police the high desert around Pie Town, New Mexico. With the cartels moving in, it is going to get muy stormy to say the least.
Benny (seated at left) and his brothers—Booger and Barney—thought they could get away with anything. They were about half right.
Boon Dog Bixler
He loved the Mescaleros. Too bad, they didn't love him back.
Nickle-Plated Love
If she had a nickle for every dadburn calf roper who said he loved her, she'd be able to buy two cases of Baby Ruths.
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