Mesa Verde

I had four days scheduled off, so I put my wife's shiney hiney on the back of the iron horse and made tracks north for cooler weather. Five hundred miles later we stopped at Mesa Verde National Park and marveled at the ruins abandoned seven centuries ago for reasons unknown. I will wager that the builders never thought a pale face and his woman on an iron horse would pay to view their handi-work. Amazing...

Returning from Mesa Verde, we stopped at Chief Yellow Horse roadside craft sales. In front is a sign that says "Nice Indians". I can say for sure that the owner of this bazaar has never attended airline political correctness training. I asked my bud, whose wife was with my wife inside shopping, if he thought we could get a discount because the sign had offended our sensitivities.


He thought it was possible, but that our wives would make us go back outside by the bikes and behave until they were done shopping. Yeah, that is probably how it would go...

Tonight, it is back to the cloud mines and eastbound to New York City.