Group shot of the growing crew of TimefireVR.
Bela Fleck and Abigail Washburn
How my wife developed an ear for bluegrass is slightly beyond me, only slightly, as I’ve always known she has a soft spot for regional music forms, and with the banjo having such a unique sound, it’s no wonder we are here at the Musical Instrument Museum in North Phoenix to take in Bela Fleck and Abigail Washburn.
Sunset
Just another random sunset from the Valley of the Sun here in Phoenix, Arizona.
Lost Texas – Day 7
Tampico Steak for breakfast, Mr. Wise? Of course, only the best breakfast for me. I could have opted for eggs and some other shite, but come on, we’re in Socorro, and the El Camino Family Restaurant may not be around forever, so I need to have my favorite dish every time we stop. As a matter of fact, I believe I could eat the same thing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for at least a few consecutive days.
Sending this one via satellite, as stated over the previous six days; this post is coming at you from the future, as in February 2023, because back in 2015, your’s truly were distracted by all manner of things and failed to blog about many things, this being just one of those things. The photo is from the Very Large Array in Datil, New Mexico.
We are in Pie Town, New Mexico, and it just so happens to be one of those ultra-rare occasions where something is open in Pie Town. Coffee, pie, and ice cream don’t get better than here in Pie Town, well, unless you are at the Thunderbird Restaurant at Mt. Carmel Junction in southern Utah for some “Ho-Made” pie because who doesn’t like some authentic Ho-Made pie?
Yay, we survived Texas, the flooding, fiber shops, too much barbecue, green chilies, pie, and unfocused John, who should have brought his DSLR and taken notes so things wouldn’t simply be lost.
After getting back to Phoenix, there was no rest for the wicked, as we had a concert to attend at the Musical Instrument Museum. Niyaz was playing, and we certainly didn’t want to miss this opportunity to see them.
Now that I’m finally done with this post, it’s sad, tragic even, that this trip lay fallow for all these years. It was a big mistake to allow it to fall between the cracks and its memories to largely be lost, but such is life for most people. The problem is, I never wanted to be “most people,” and so I suffered a certain amount of regret that I allowed work to consume most everything over the years I felt I was following my dreams. Dreams should be multi-dimensional, just like the virtual reality I was attempting to create. Don’t forget to live while you work and love someone else. I don’t mean to imply things weren’t great, but I should have been managing my private life better during these years.
Lost Texas – Day 6
…Yesterday I closed my post with Caroline having plans for pushing us in this direction towards Eagle Nest, New Mexico. Things will become clear soon enough.
Once more, I’m letting the reader know that these posts are arriving eight years after the travels were had. It wasn’t until February 2023 that I finally tried tackling the chore. As life and work often get in the way of things, so it was back in 2015, well, 2014 through mid-2017, for that matter. I feel that it’s better for these images to find a place on the blog, though the narrative is thin due to us not having notes to accompany the images.
Our primary objective is now to go home, but we are not interested in the most direct route, though south is the general direction we need to travel, so things are working out.
Oh, what’s that? It’s the Vietnam Veterans Memorial State Park, which sure feels like a strange bit of architecture out here.
That memorial would have been the turn-off had we intended to visit Taos today, but that’s not where we’re headed.
This is what I was alluding to regarding Caroline’s plans for how our altered path could play out. We are about 50 miles south of our motel in the small town of Mora, where the Mora Valley Spinning Mill is located and is open. Caroline is not holding that yarn for the sake of the photo; it is but one small part of what we’ll leave with.
Sixty-five miles west of Mora is the small town of Española and the Española Valley Fiber Arts Center, where they sell yarn and other fiber-arts-related stuff Caroline’s paws must fondle.
While Caroline busies herself lost in Yarnland, just over there next to Dreamland, I took up the designated “I’m not interested” section of the store, using my time of isolated sulking while yarn shopping to share this image of my newest handmade socks made from two shades of green yarn acquired at the Fiber Factory in Mesa, Arizona.
Here we are in Santa Fe, New Mexico, for a quick visit. We’ve already had lunch at Tia Sophia’s, where they serve up New Mexican cuisine, and are now on our way to the Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi.
The inside of the cathedral is not a very ornate affair, but that doesn’t matter; we still enjoy the ambiance.
After we did a quick walkthrough of the Palace of the Governors, we strolled around the corner to visit the New Mexico History Museum. These “finger-woven socks” made of yucca fiber weren’t the only things on exhibit, but as they are hand-woven, you can be certain that Caroline was enchanted by them; I suppose I should be happy that my wife uses soft wool to make my socks because those appear a bit rough on the edges.
Somewhere south of Albuquerque.
The next stop was at the World Famous El Camino Family Restaurant, famous because we’ve posted about it so frequently. Tampico steak, Mr. Wise? Well, of course. Where we stayed is of no concern as after eating at our favorite New Mexican diner, we could sleep on a bed of nails. Guess where we’ll be having breakfast tomorrow?
Lost Texas – Day 5
Things only got worse overnight regarding the flooding in this area on the borders between Oklahoma and Texas. We were told there was no chance of continuing north and that the Red River was unpassable to the south. Originally, our goal had been to pass through Medicine Lodge, Kansas, because I liked the name and then continue north to Great Bend, also in Kansas, which would allow us to connect lines on our map of the U.S. Our only way forward today was to try and go west, the operative word was “try” because we were warned that we may or may not find a way due to water spilling everywhere.
(I should reiterate that this post and the ones around it are all being written in February 2023. I didn’t post much of anything from 2014 through 2017 because I was preoccupied to distraction with the operations of my company TimefireVR.)
While the water that was crossing the road in the photo above this one didn’t look too deep, nobody else came along, so we couldn’t judge what the conditions were and instead turned around. We encountered a lot of flooded fields as Caroline tried to navigate us through the maze of rural roads.
At times, the water collecting appeared to be a flooded stream or small river bed, but as it crossed roads, we deferred with extra caution and just kept hunting for a way westward.
Thanks go to this magic turtle that offered us a way out by pointing the way. Though he was camera shy he stated that he’s always eschewed the limelight for helping humans on their path and stay safe.
The middle of the Texas Panhandle was high and dry; we started to try and breathe easily.
We passed into New Mexico between Texline, Texas, and Clayton, New Mexico, with the rain seemingly closing in on us. With this, our Kansas, Colorado, and Utah part of the loop was struck from the plan and now we were limping back home. Our destination this evening was still about 150 miles away over in Eagle Nest, New Mexico. Caroline had plans…