Day Twenty-Eight, Eight Twenty Eight AM

The delightful Fireside Cabins: screw "The Springs"!

MORNING CAME LAZILY to our cozy little cabin on the on the San Juan River. We assembled our stuff, showered and finally headed out in search of breakfast in the mid morning. John was feeling a hankering for a good breakfast burrito so we consulted the local dining guide we got the previous night from the hotel.

We stumbled onto the Flying Burrito by chance. As we drove to another possibility, John spotted the ad so we decided to go for it. Far south of the main drag (far is relative in the Springs) we found it: a little trailer perched on the hill. It looked promising!! Good Mexican trailer food. That is until we stepped up to order. The hosts were plain old white girls, and John's burrito was made the night before. And seriously, it was more like a taquito in size. We ate the not completely appalling food, but it wasn't real Mexican either.

John ponders his toy burrito.

Finished with that we headed for Chama, New Mexico. The western end, and the headquarters for the Cumbres and Toltec Scenic Railroad. Opening day was fast upon them: May 24th. Not a steamed up loco in sight so we contented ourselves to walking around the resting equipment. Soon we bored of that and headed for lunch. And our final destination, Albuquerque Skyport to pick up Scott.

The rough texture of a 60 year old wooden gondola.

Tank car, brakestaff, clouds.

Still standing, still working. Chama's water tank.

4 hours later we dropped through Santa Fe. Chama had few food options. The burrito scare kept us from being experimental. Espanola had a few more, Santa Fe offered nothing we wanted... But we had seen a place that we both had a craving for. I'll leave the name out but suffice it to say it starts with a W and ends with a Schnitzel. Best of all there was one near our hotel.

If you consider 10 miles away near.

We trekked and found our chosen lunch spot. After dodging the rain for several days, a squall finally caught us at lunch. At a lunch that was all outdoor with no shelter. We hid as best we could and ran to the car with our food.

It was all over after that. Back to the hotel to nap, send photos of us in the room to Scott ("tell john to stop humping my pillow") and wait for his plane. Buy 12 that night we were home and crashing, ready for the next day: Los Alamos Labs, and finally, Durango.

Missing you! Or, don't focus so hard on the viewfinder you forget you're also taking a self portrait.

-F