We turned left onto a dirt road that took us to the fringes of Columbus proper, a community of 1,800 inhabitants that’s seeing hard times in the face of the Mexican border drug wars. Last year the Mayor and police chief were among 10 people arrested for gun smuggling.
We pulled the rig up, across the narrow street from the brightly painted grocery-restaurant and Jackie was out the door and headed toward the taco counter before I had the shifter in park. This was no 7-11, she had once again sniffed-out the real McCoy. Sombreros off to you Jackie, you've scored the best tacos within a 100 miles.
After lunch Jackie reminisced, "Remember the tacos at that place in Tucson."
Black throated Sparrow
Cactus Wren building a nest in the serrated edged Desert Spoon
Canyon Wren
Curved Billed Thrasher
Dasylirion wheeleri – Common Sotol or Desert Spoon
Immature White Crowned Sparrow
The spirit of Pancho Villa bids us all goodnight.
4 comments:
Tacos at beer thirty. A perfect day. Don't let the sound of yer own wheels drive you crazy.... Take it easy.
Well, I'm running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
I've got Kirk & Rachiele on my mind....Meet you in Tucson?
You never know...but it won't be in a flatbed Ford.
Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy on the way to Tucson....
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