I find myself more times then not on this tour in rowdy biker bars I’d have no business being in out side of performing. And Durango was just the case. However, the folks turned out to be very welcoming. This they proved by an endless flow of alcohol. It was the scenario of, thanks for the drink, now where can I hide it? And for the most part we hid it well. Well, for the most part...
The show itself was, how do I say, rough. I just wasn’t feeling it. And with the less then sober crowd (and low end) it just didn’t ever come together and I found myself searching for inspiration for next stop. Luckily our route took us down historic Route 66. And yes it was a lonesome road.
We were fortunate enough to pass through the painted desert and the petrified forest. Like an ill at ease church group, we stopped at nearly every scenic overlook, taking pictures and acting like school kids. And you thought we were professionals. Good talk son.
And then there was the Mexican foods. Boy that salsa was fresh, and they made it with actual ingredients! Navajo tacos, sopapillas, full bellies, and smiling faces. Yet not a hot pepper for miles. What’s up with that?
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