Tesco Mutherfuckin Vee's Blurty

Diversions
So it was to be an adventure, and an adventure it was. There was no plan of action or itinerary, as one would design, but rather a jaunt off by the seat of the pants.

...just the way I like it.

Along the road...somewhere in Texas.

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Dawn breaks somewhere in Southern New Mexico.

Approaching the start of the Rocky Mountains. The Pueblo adobe was a very common fixture in the New Mexico architect's repertoire.

After a quick stop by REI, I packed in and spent the night in a forest in Southern Colorado.

Someone said, "You really should try the tram." The longest tram in the world was to be had. I met cool travellers there and read A Clockwork Orange while resting on an Alpine meadow at 10,000 feet.

Sunset...'nuff said.

A farmer's market where I bought some of the BEST garlic and green chile powder I've ever had.

As I perused the VERY cool market, I met a dude named Roque who turned me on to what would be the best restaurant on the trip, La Choza.

At La Choza I met Steve, a river rafting guide, who invited me on a trip through the Rio Grande with he and a friend. Word.

On Wednesday I networked myself into a glider flight within some of the BEST thermals in the country. In exchange for some minor housekeeping duties, I was able to fly up one of their club aircraft. The radient heat out there was so strong that I was able to stay aloft for more than three hours. This wasn't bad for an amateur in an old tandem glider ;)

The sky goes on forever out in the Sonoran desert.

Sights around Santa Fe, New Mexico, where I spent the majority of my time and energy. It is a great town to peruse if you can withstand the patchouli oil and new age douchebags. Word ;)

I spent a lot of time here at the plaza square. The grass was inviting and the people were laid-back. I got a lot of reading/nap time here and it was worth every minute. If you get a chance, visit Roque's uncle, Geraldo, for some of the best chile relleno tacos you'd ever stuff in your mug.

Crossing the desert with nothing in front of me.

Roswell, N.M. was a quick overnight stop. I missed the convention that played out the weekend before, thus missing my chance to meet my favorite malchick, Alex. Alas, it was the thought that counted.

Homeward bound...among windfarms and the twilight zone.

It was a good trip. I'll be heading back there in December for some snow sports and more good times with the locals. Werd, damnit, WERD.