But, last time I was in Bisbee - oh! what a day! So, go look at that day.
I saw a lot of these signs, and being a small subset of "everyone," I went on in.
There is a fiber shop here now. That means yarn.
Art School, I think.
I meant to have an occupied booth as the subject, but I was made and had to cheese it.
I took 80 into New Mexico. I took a chance on the Chiricahua Desert Museum's bathroom, and it paid off. I wasn't in the mood for a long stop, but another time I would pay the $8.50 and go into the museum.
I've been reading Blue Highways, by William Least Heat-Moon, and jumped at the chance to go through Hachita. It seems different. I drove down a couple of the streets for a weird feeling. I didn't take pictures there on accounta the weird feeling.
These are right on NM9.
I'm loving New Mexico state parks again. I'm gazing off into the lights of Palomas, Chihuahua. Or an airport - who can tell? The full moon is reading the blog over my shoulder. My electric blanket is toasting me up. Life is ... naw, better than that.