Kentucky Derby Day

Yesterday, 5/6, we drove up to Quemado and walked the first 5.1 miles on Highway 36. There's no such thing as a bad walk, but this one came close to sucking - there was a constant wind of at least 15 miles an hour in our faces the whole time, with gusts up to at least 25mph, with accompanying grit. I forgot the camera, but it wasn't a great day for picture-taking.

Also, I'm sort of at the point where I am wishing, at least a little, that I could walk alone every once in a while. Having a walking partner is a great thing - there's safety in numbers, there's the company and the sense of shared effort, there's all the wonderful things that a partner brings to the endeavor, like dedication, and a second vehicle. There's also those times when you crave independence, or at the very least, quiet.

On the bright side, we walked 5 miles faster than we've ever walked 5 miles before, and we had a nice meal at El Serape Cafe in Quemado, reasonably priced, excellent service, and the chicken enchiladas were very good, as was the fried ice cream.

On a different note, if I have to listen to another schmuck make a joke about how I'm the county's official streetwalker, I'm going to use him for target practice. There seems to be a certain kind of asshole who thinks this is a cute remark. Usually over the hill, white, male and voted for Bush. Go figure.