Indian Joe, a local vendor in Gallup.
More beautiful landscapes...
Grants, New Mexico
Growlerville...
New Mexico's distinctive insignia is the Zia Sun Symbol, which originated with the Indians of Zia Pueblo in ancient times. Its design
reflects their tribal philosophy, with its wealth of pantheistic spiritualism teaching the basic harmony of all things in the universe.
Four is the sacred number of Zia, and the figure is composed of a circle from which four points radiate. These points made up of four straight
lines of varying length personify the number most often used by the Giver of all good gifts. To the Zia Indian, the sacred number is embodied in the
earth, with its four directions; in the year, with its four seasons; in the day, with the sunrise, noon, evening, and night; in life, with its four divisions--
childhood, youth, manhood, and old a ge. Everything is bound together in a circle of life and love, without beginning, without end. The Zia believe, too,
that in this great brotherhood of all things, man has four sacred obligations: he must develop a strong body, a clear mind, a pure spirit, and a devotion
to the welfare of his people. Guided by this historic background, the flag of New Mexico was wisely chosen, with the ancient Zia Sun Symbol in red on a
field of Spanish yellow. The symbol's proportions are fixed by legislative act, with the four groups of rays set at right angles , the two inner rays
one fifth longer than the outer rays. The diameter of the circle in the center is one third the width of the symbol.
Interstate 40 cuts right through the mountains.
Cruising through Albuquerque, the walled city.
I met this family at a rest stop east of Albuquerque. They remembered me from the Grand Canyon.
This is where I turned south on Highway 285 destined for Roswell, New Mexico.
A mountain vista.
Can you say Antelope?
I think they're on to me...
This was an easy thing to do on the long stretches of open highway.
I don't think I would ever get tired of seeing views like this.
Roswell, New Mexico
Commercialization of the aliens at the local Wal Mart.
Falling prices... or falling spaceships?
Night falls on Roswell...
It's beginning to look a lot like rain by the following morning.
A tour of the museum was in order before I left town.
A mural on the wall of the museum.
The city thrives on UFO legends.
Time to leave the insanity.
Artesia, New Mexico
Then came the rains...
... and flooded streets.
Getting closer to the Texas border.
Do you think this guy is rich? Oil wells are all over the place.
Prepared for rain...
Heading into the eye of the storm on my way to San Antonio.
A severe thunderstorm ran me up under a picnic pavilion near Ozona, Texas.
I rode in to San Antonio around 3:00 a.m. and promptly woke up brother Skreeech.
Skreeech looks like a giant next to my bike.
A pit stop on our way to Skreeech's house.
Skreeech the cager.
Houston, the biggest traffic nightmare I have ever seen.
Skreeech's beautiful family.
Skreeech finally gets to ride.
Dinner then off to a lodge meeting.
Tile Daddy, Homer, Stickman and Skreeech.
Great brothers one and all!
Our Trip to Galveston, Texas
Gulf of Mexico at Galveston.
I have no idea what this is or means to the locals.
A street on the island. I don't know what this arch signifies.
A portalet on every street corner... my kind of town.
Time for a ferry ride across the peninsula.
Goodbye Galveston, Texas.
A local tourist attraction...
Skreeech and the Stickman.
Pulling into our next port.
Fueled up and ready to roll.
Parting shot of Skreeech.
Last time here, Bear, Big Don and myself were in heavy Saints traffic and it was raining.
Time to fill the camping requirement.
Campsite of the 21st Century.
I found Area 61 at the KOA.
Another parting shot.
I'm getting "Closer to my Home".
Mississippi Delta.
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Home at last...
Sight for sore eyes!
Read Stickman's Journal For This Trip