Nothing better than a flying taco. Except perhaps for The Skillet’s green chile queso.
This fellow has seen it all. At the bottom left is the list of people who’ve been 86’ed for life.
The High Plains Drifter. Muddled sage, lemon simple syrup, and gin. Tastes like a dewy morning, as advertised.
Not quite sure what’s going on here, but it was eye-catching.

The Skillet was quite a place. Quirky with lots of art and murals, super nice staff, food, and an outdoor fire pit. We spent several hours here talking, and discovered that the only place to get food in town after 9:00 is Domino’s Pizza. And that what was a warm sunny stroll from the square in the afternoon becomes a freezing squealing trot to the hotel after dark.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • That MKL is here
  • Scurryfunging before his arrival
  • Warm sunshine
  • A lovely sunrise