The conglomeration.

I made a montage of my trip, it is fairly large, but as I put in about 6h or so on it. . . here you go. The original image is a 110 Meg xcf that uncompacts into just about 1.8G when loaded. The PNG saves a bit of space, but is still 24-ish.

Best picture I have taken in a while. . . completely untouched. . .

Homeward Bound

The last day, I woke up in Weatherford, OK. A smallish college town just west of Oklahoma City. On doing some research, I found a local coffee house that was listed as the best cup of coffee between between OKC and Amarillo. Having sampled the coffee in Amarillo, and given that this was a college town I had extremely high hopes for this coffee.

Aliens and Finding Myself Lost Again

I got a late jump on things. Not getting up until nearly checkout time at the motel. The only thing I really had planned today was to hit up the UFO museum which was supposedly less than 2 miles from where I was staying. Then I was going to head back to hopefully stay in Norman, OK for the night. My sister had one request for a picture when I was down in Roswell:

Taking the Long Way to Roswell

  Wednesday, I went and picked up all my stuff at my sister's place. It is amazing how much one can accumulate in a short time. Loaded up the truck and headed west. I figured I could not be this close to Roswell and not get to see it. I was really torn between Roswell and Taos. Roswell won out this time. When I get a spare month will hit up Taos.

Fiddlin' Around

Not a ton happened on Tuesday, but I did get to a concert by the end of it.

Why Yes, That IS a Naked Man

Monday was the big day, the touristy day, my sister and her husband were showing me around their city, Amarillo. They asked the usual questions (what do you want to see, where do you want to go?), I had no opinions. The schedule got set as follows.

Sunday Morning, er, Afternoon Coming Down

This song has meant a lot to me since I first heard the Shawn Mullins cover in the late nineties. I grew up a preacher's kid and was generally a bustling, angry environment in the mornings on Sundays growing up.

We can Rebuild it, We can Make it Stronger

The major thing that occurred on Saturday was repairing my nieces guitar. The tail side straplock had broken free and the 1/4 inch jack retaining nut had fallen off so that the jack was recessed inside of the guitar.

Coffee and a Party

First up, a picture of my 97 cent pour-over filter holder.

Voices in the Night and the Value of a Valid ID

My sister turned 40 on the 10th. I figured now would be a good time to make a trek to see her new place (have not visited to their place in better than a decade). I left in the afternoon, figuring that I would drive 10 hours, get off the road around 0200 and then only have about 3 hours to drive on Friday. This did not happen.