Not exactly the breakfast of champions so I’ll switch back to Motel 6 where they only provide a place to sleep and hose off if you’re so inclined. Breakfast can be found elsewhere, i.e., the Golden Arches where you not only get protein but also a full complement of fatty stuff. Yum.
I’m easily sucked into these things so after prowling around the town taking pics I decided to ride out to the fort.
I passed orchards of almond trees along the way and paused for more pics, then continued on to the fort.
Back in the little town of Bowie again I stopped for gas and lunch at the local gas and lunch place. Choice of one, thank you. While I ate my homemade chicken-bacon sub sandwich I kept an eye on an old cowboy sitting alone at a table near me. He seemed a bit jittery and since he had a huge six-gun strapped onto his hip I figured he’d be worth watching.
Outside the window next to his table there were 4 tough looking city boys hanging out, looking for all the world like they’d just rolled in from the hood.
The old cowboy had an ancient Ford tow truck parked close to them and evidently deciding he needed to fetch his oversized water bottle from it he got up and swaggered cowboy style right through the gang. Maybe having a huge six gun hanging on your hip works for that sort of thing because all they did was eyeball him warily and keep their distance.
Hey, lunch break was about over for me so I mounted up and hit the road, no sense hanging around to see whether fireworks developed. I wanted to get pics of them all but the best I could do was his truck.
I rode on and shortly arrived in New Mexico where I was witness to some fine dust storms.
The ride through the countryside and Gila National Forest was really nice, warm sunshine but not hot and the road nearly deserted.
Tomorrow I’ll start on some of the scenic byways rides. So far so good, eh?