Pinos Altos, New Mexico, has a history rich with intrigue, violence, and charm only the wild west can invoke. We played in a 150-year-old building, newly renovated by Kurt and Thomas the proprietors of the Buckhorn Saloon and Opera House. Melanie Zipan also deserves a shout-out at this wonderful gem on the fringe of Gila National Forest land. We had a wonderful time playing and staying in this area for the night.
Great gig, great food, great folks.
The Cloud King rests next to our little guest casita.
The shower in this place was absolutely amazing. After 6.5 hours of driving and 3.5 hours of playing music, it was like walking into val halla.
Fullest moon in however long yielded some good midnight shots following our Saloon show.
Next morning we headed out into the Gila National Forest, on the way to ABQ and Andrew Lyman’s Tan Gallery!
And just like that, we found ourselves in Albuquerque.
Next day we drove around town, seeing the strange sights and sounds of this mysteriously wicked town.
Why is this place here? How did it come to be? Questions without answers, young ones.
Where even the ants make their cities out of the tiniest glass shards…
The ABQ is anomalous for a variety of reasons. This abandoned railroad station being but one of them.
Thift Town, Thrift Town. Diamonds in the rough to be found there!
Well, northward we pushed, to the land of four corners and no curves. Durango, they call it.
We played on KSUT radio on Tuesday, May 8th, right before doing a lovely house concert in our friends Sheryl and Lars’ backyard! A great many people came, along with a throng of kids, to enjoy the evening along with us! Durango treated us fabulously.
Today, Durango, tomorrow, the Colorado Springs!