|Festival Queens over the years|
How did I forget to get photos of Ralph Edwards?
Sometimes I am a mystery to me.
The museum is called the Geronimo Trail museum so when we went into the first part and saw all things Ralph Edwards it was interesting but not exactly what we expected to see. Then it got better. And then it got way better.
|Intrically cool jacket|
|I've never seen or heard of this instrument before|
|But Sears sold 'em|
|Corn flour grinders|
|Side saddle anyone? Weirdly, side saddle is coming back.|
It's a thing.
|I'm so happy this bartender didn't make it to Culebra|
|Lots of fascinating rocks around these here parts|
|This is not the REAL Geronimo, just in case you wondered|
|Spirit dancers - there is so much information about these ceremonies|
that is worth reading, but I'll leave that up to you
|Fancy pants washing machine|
There was this door with a sign saying, open to the cabin. And there it was, right on the other side of the door. A little mind shift going on.
Forget cow bones this time (unless I see a horned skull on the side of the road), this time in the Western lands my mission is finding an arrowhead. Just one will do, thank you.
There are a lot of wonderful doors in T or C (the local way of saying it, which is harder for me to say than Truth or Consequences for some reason).
Tomorrow or the next day, since we're driving to Texas today to do an errand for Jack that involves retrieving a recliner (and maybe a cow skull), I'll post about the Elephant Butte Dam. And some cool house/shanty boats. And maybe a cow skull.
Have a fast forward frolicking Friday. Do something frankly.