growing up, do your remember waking up on a weekend morning to the smell of a hot breakfast cooking in the kitchen? maybe some snow falling outside? a hot fire in the stove?

today didn't begin like that. we woke to the smell of engine smoke hanging thick in the air, the bus lurching forward at a BREAKNECK 7 mph and resembling the space shuttle, with the plume of smoke we were emitting.

We limped the bus over the mountain pass and coasted into the first sign of civilization we could find. Tres Piedras, NM.

...not much there....

Jory. Lumberjack. Obviously.

We met a couple guys who have an art gallery in their home. A totally interesting place - here's a couple pieces.