An excellent day . . . mostly

We're in Grants, New Mexico, having just had some excellent ribs at the Route 66 Junkyard Brewery. It's a working junkyard that offers food smoked on the premises and served on tables that were once car hoods; we sat on car seats. Certainly a unique spot. Here's a picture of Ransom and David finishing up, and a shot of one of the many signs we saw touting the iconic highway (does it get any more American than Route 66?)

The drive was an excellent one, shorter than either of the last two days and not once marred by construction slowdowns. The views were often stunning: buttes and mesas and vistas for miles. The next photo is from the side of our motel — notice the colors — a Quality Inn with an oversize room (suite, really). Like every other place we stayed the pool, if there was one, was not open, a pandemic casualty I assume. David was sad.

        Here's a bit about Grants, New Mexico.                      

The only sour note today was that for an hour or so I thought I had lost my wallet. I canceled several credit cards as well as my checking account debit card — all of which took a looong time on a cell phone — only to eventually find the wallet and feel like a fool. Oh well, better a fool than a man without a driver's license, Medicare card, or any kind of credit. Senility is a pain in the ass.

Finally, apologies for the look of this post. In the time I was away from blogging things have changed and I haven't sorted out how to make text flow around pictures. Anyone with suggestions, fire away.