Yesterday, after a short stop at Allsup's in Santa Rosa, NM for, well, you know why I stop at Allsup's...I headed south on 54 to Las Cruces. Two lanes of pure joy, I must say. As you can see, I stopped a few times along the way.
One of my favorite stops was in Duran. I could see it was once a neat little town. After the railroad decided not to stop there, anymore, it just kind of died away.
I stopped a local and chatted for a bit. I asked her "how much is a place in Duran, should I want to move here."
She told me that nothing is for sale. All the land is owned by families and they don't want anyone new moving in. I think she just didn't like my hat.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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“I’m hungry,” I said to myself after getting my tires fixed in Shamrock, TX. Hmmm...Wynoka is only a few hours away.So with German food and bier on my mind, I texted Dieter to see if he had room. He replied with some obscure text I didn’t understand so decided to call.
They say “you can’t go back.” Well, I just did it. I threw a few clothes in a bag, packed some cameras and film, put on my boots, my hat, and headed south toward Lamar, Missouri in my ‘96 Ford F-150 with Biggie in the back seat.
It’s strange to drive on I-29 and be the only car, going either direction. Period. It’s like a scene from a movie.
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