Day Twenty-Six, Nine-Oh-One PM

Fireside with John and Frank. Won't you join us?

ALBUQUERQUE. SAY THAT three times fast. Or twenty five times. Or maybe a hundred. I could of because by the time the finally got our rental car, we could have walked to Santa Fe. Not the fastest service ever for Enterprise. But we finally got a silver Dodge Magnum wagon (sweet ride... and oh so cheesy) and got the hell out of town.

One bad Mexican restaurant (recommended by everyone and about as authentic as Fuddruckers) and 2 hours later, we dropped down into on Taos, New Mexico. We drove about town looking for a place to stay for the night. We drove all the way to Taos Valley Ski Resort. Nowhere to stay that didn't look like a horror film waiting to happen, so we returned into town.

Sagebrush Inn, Ca 1920's. Now that's old-timey.

We re-surveyed our previous choices. Looking for something cabin like, John felt confident on the Sagebrush Inn. Apparently it's been around for a while (note historical photo above from the 1920's), but we got a great place with two rooms, two beds and one fireplace. We booked the room and ran off to eat.

Lotaburger Feast.

Lotaburger. Not just a statement of an amount of food, also a fun funky burger joint nestled into the trees north of Taos proper. Not on the art walk or the crystal hippy tours, but damn good. We were starving after our marginal lunch and did it up with fries AND onion rings. Mmmmmm good.

Now that's a tasty fry!

The namesake LOTA.

We closed out the night by trying to torch the hotel. The wood they bring you is about twice as big as the fireplace. Daunting? John and I found this no problem, and soon flames roared up the chimney while we quietly hoped it was well built (see picture at top of post). It heated the room so well we had to open the door. Soon though, the fire died down safely and we both turned in for the night.

-F