After a night in Amarillo, I hit the road early and passed into New Mexico - my first blue state since Virginia. I was getting off I-40 for the first time and headed for Chimayo to visit my favorite cousin and artist extraordinaire George Zarolinski.
South of Santa Fe, looking northeast.
I would have liked spending some time in Santa Fe, but I had one more long day on the road and home was calling loudly to me.
Chimayo is a quiet place, except for the nearly constant barking of dogs in the distance.
And while I was there, another dog was added to its population. George rescued the dog on the right (Shorty) from the local shelter and he came home with her that day, joining Buster (on the left) who was clearly very excited about the new addition to his pack.
Buster and Shorty - kinda sound like a couple of tw0-bit gangsters from Prohibition days....
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