Fry Bread and a Gravel Road and a Big Cow and More…


The first morning of a trip everything is clean and organized: car, clothes, maps, snacks, people. How is it that by the first night it all has changed so much. The car is filthy from two unexpected sections of dusty gravel road. The warm clothes had to be dug out of the very back suitcase because we came through a snowstorm and it is cold up here! And if one molecule of food or drink is allowed into the interior of your briefly spotless vehicle it mutates into multiple crumbs and spills. How is that?

However aside from all that, and my ongoing struggle with Bad Cold, the day was quite perfect. Starting with morning fry bread, all warm and golden and smoky and glistening with grease.

Then the back roads as promised, some very far back in fact, such as from Jemez Springs around Fenton Lake to Cuba on…

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About mneset

Writer, Traveler, Director/North Fourth Art Center

Posted on May 20, 2013, in Living LIFE and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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