We arrive in Old Town, Albuquerque’s oldest quarter, complete with Breaking Bad.

We’re off to Old Town...and I consider Albuquerque (née Alburquerque) and how the CSA didn’t do well in the desert.

We discover, alas, that New Mexico is not immune to global warming. But, there’s great coffee to be had, at least until we melt.

It strikes me that even in this wonderful place, beauty contains within it that all too fatal touch of mortality.

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We arrive in what may be the most beautiful airport in North America...and I find I have a light case of not breathing.

I explore airport parking services, consider long-horned cattle, and, gasp! one of my ideas is almost not stupid. Will wonders never cease?

In which we discover the joys of airport parking services, compete with several tons of long-horned cattle.

We begin our trip to New Mexico...because it is just too d*mn hot in Texas. And besides, we love New Mexico.

We finish our visit to Wimberley, explore Buda (but not Pest), and collect a Navajo Chicken.

I learn the tragic truth of the mysterious ruins of Wimberley. Alas. Rest in Peace, Cypress Creek Cafe.

I meet the mystery cat...and get a hint about the even more mysterious ruin in Wimberley, Texas.

More shops in Wimberley, a lovely nap, and, by way of conclusion, a bit of ASMR (autonomous sensory meridian response).

We further explore Wimberley, Texas. I see Martha with wings. And we observe bullies at their best. Or, rather, worst.

We learn how #PaulSimon won friends and delighted many in his new town of #Wimberley, #Texas.

In which we meet Lloyd, consider stone, and explore the boots of Bootiful Wimberley.

We further explore the Square Inn and discover the Mysterious Blue Light at night. Also, there’s more about The Bird.

We meet the kind folks at The Square Inn, including their great-grandson, a beautiful new-born.

Continuing our adventures in Wimberley, Texas. We check out a Lavender shop, buy honey, and consider the Square Inn in all its glory.

In which we meander on a bit in Wimberley, and encounter Mills and Gift...but, alas, not a Bent Tree.