Waxing Gibbous Moon
Pie Town, New Mexico
From Winslow - and The Falcon Restaurant - I had to make a decision. I wanted to continue on I-40 to take the cutoff for Chaco Canyon, but a little chat with Dr. Googlie made me go with Plan B. A recent storm had washed out what was already a rough road, plus a lot of the campsites were also closed. Ergo, I steered for Pie Town instead.
Pie Town, New Mexico is a tiny place on the north side of Hwy 60 where, if you are good boys and girls, you can luxuriate at the Pie-O-Neer Pie Shop. They serve full meals there, but let's face it, you came for the pie. On Sunday mornings, everybody within a 30 mile radius shows up for brunch, served on a huge metal tray with dividers that separate your burger from your side dishes and oh yeah, your dessert. The place was packed when I walked in, and oddly quiet. That's because a) polite people do not talk with their mouths full and b) the whole reason all these polite people came was to fill up their "pie holes" and chew. These were your basic keep-it-simple kind of folks, among whom I felt VERY comfortable. I got a slice of blueberry-lemon pie because all the rest of the pies had been sold already and I couldn't wait around to taste something - anything - that would "in a few minutes" come out of those ovens. I carried my pie out to the front porch and dined while rocking in one of the half dozen or so rocking chairs parked there for that very purpose. The other rockers smiled closed-mouth smiles and nodded in between bites, thereby conveying all there was to say on the subject of Sunday a.m. at the Pie-O-Neer.
Afterwards, I was full and happy and, learning of the free camping opportunities in Jackson Park, right across the road, I proceeded to bounce down the dirt roads of the undeveloped and nearly vacant "park" campground until I found my spot. Perfecto!