Part 3 in a 16-part stately series pictorially documenting the Sojourn.
From a car in the dark with a migraine:
In line at the beloved Frontier Restaurant:
My parents’ backyard has become home to a small squirrel colony:
Much of my time in Albuquerque was actually spent on the issue of public outdoor drinking fountains, such as this one here in Petroglyph National Monument:
My favorite petroglyph (or Duck’s eldest ancestor. Speaking of which, Duck and Cover should be back next week.
While not as scary as the centipedes, millipedes in Nuevo still pack a mighty scare. This was one of about 12 we saw on the trails at Petroglyphs:
My second-favorite petroglyph (they aren’t all of duck-like birds, by the way – I’m clearly spoiling your sample here):
My parents in front of my Dad’s nifty carriage house garage doors:
Madrid is one of my favorite towns in New Mexico, where most of the houses look something like this (it’s pronounced with the emphasis on the first syllable, which is pronounced just like the word “mad”, so instead of sounding like the Spanish capital for which it was surely named, it sounds like someone named Drid is upset):
One of my favorite buildings in all the world, the La Fonda in Santa Fe:
Two of my favorite things: Emily and La Plazuela, the restaurant inside the La Fonda. I know “the La Fonda” is grammatically incorrect, but it’s how I grew up saying it and now I can’t stop. Also, they have substantially ruined La Plazuela with its redecoration, mostly by making it too light and open when it used to be turquoisey and mysterious. I blame consultants.