Three bikers stayed at the Simpson Hotel last night and I ate breakfast with them this morning. They work for the Border Patrol at Las Cruces. George let me sit on his Indian for a quick photo op.
Later, Rudy took me for a short ride on his Harley. No helmet—how stupid is that?
Several friends have asked for photos of the yard and structures. In the Southwest B&B scene, the Simpson Hotel continues to get great press, and it’s easy to see why.
Tomorrow we’ll see about shipping my kart home. Walker has been uncomplaining and dependable. I don’t know if we’ll ever walk together again, but I prefer not to abandon my faithful companion just yet.
@ Simpson Hotel, Duncan, Arizona