A 'catch-up' day -- washed hair and did laundry at the Motel 6, then made for the wifi connection at the Javelina Cafe on Bullard Street. The prices in this town are steeper than SF -- $4.25 for a medium latte, and it took a nudge before the stale bagels were marked down from $3 to $2 (each). It's got something of Flagstaff about it -- a bit of architectural charm left over from some boom or other in the late 1800's, a sense of itself as a Center of Art (knock off pueblo pots, lotsa jewelry and 'antiques', Mexican crafts from across the border)... and inflated prices. It is a proper town though, that must be said, and those seem to be thin on the ground in southern New Mexico. Excavated our receipts and did our accounts, and I booked my onward air travel for late September. Had some grilled bread (pizza, panini) back at Diane's (where we had dinner last night) around 5pm, picked up some groceries next door at the Food Coop, and hit the road as the light was turning golden. Took 180 West and North through the Gila National Park, passing Cat Walk (where we'd originally planned to camp) as dusk was falling, and decided to push on in something of a new-found panic about missing Mary Ellen's art opening at the Land Gallery in Albuquerque tomorrow evening.
I'm writing from a greasy diner in Quemado where Wren's hunger has overtaken her. We missed the 'local' campground 15 miles back, so we have some driving and tent pitching yet ahead of us.
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