totally: feivel goes west

we took off early on sunday morning. i believe i had just eaten my first shit meal on the road consisting of a sausage biscuit w/ cheese from mcdonald's....

i shared the backseat (of a minicooper!) with this little gassy, snortin' dreamboat. she was definitely the most comfortable.

as mentioned, we made a not so quick detour in carthage, mo to check out this fucking crazy town. it really made me happy and after enough begging from me, and hyped up signs on the highway, we made it. next time i'm going into that fucking pony of a museum.

we spent one night only at one of the sketchiest and crappiest Holiday Inns in none other than amarillo, tx. here's colin, always with the computer within reach. i mean, i guess it is his job.

and then it was off to santa fe! look at the nature behind me.

here is what soon was known as Jennifer's Room at ten thousand waves. ya know, the spa. the one where i didn't get any "work" done, but i sure did work on a photo shoot with that black and white roly poly.

but before our creepy dog show begins, here's 2 views from the deck of our room

pretty, right?

wait for it...wait for it...

don't fuck with belle. she's punk rock. she's inked up.

that says Rising Moon.

here's marie at brunch on our first morning in santa fe. this place we went to? the servers were kinda hot and young. it was my favorite spot.

i either could look at marie, or this. both were pleasing.

we met up with lee who was visiting with her friend from salt lake. her friend jo is some kind of freak. she RAN 15 miles every day. in the mountains. without carrying water. and it was just for fun and to relax. riiiiiiiiiiight. so that's partial lee under the zele sign where i had a delicious smoothie.

look real close. this woman chose an unfortch brown on brown on brown outfit.

i told colin to Give Me Sexy.

here's the area that i kept on affectionately referring to as simply, Town. it was pretty sweet minus the grunge-o whites who had a circle of nonsense going on

in Town, there are all these local vendors selling their new mexican fare i.e. a shit ton of turquoise jewelry, indian inspired jewels (ya know, spearheads and shit), silver and more. i didn't find anything. and this picture isn't that great. luckily, i'm not a photographer for anything but myself.

here's st. francis cathedral. adobe.

kateri tekakwitha, patron saint of cankles. i kinda loved her.

colin! pose like a tourist with his man purse!

adobe. (pronounced "uh-doe-bay") repeat after me, adobe.

here's full on lee with some kind of pastries in hand.

we were already at 9000 feet above the level of the sea. we needed to go 1000 more to properly view the joy. the joy of mountains!

the only form of nature i can get behind. fucking awesome.

sidenote: on the ride up, we got stopped by some kind of law enforcer who had us pull over and wait for a motorcade to come down the mountain road. that's right, they were shooting a new john travolta film so about 5 minutes later, sure as shit, here comes the motorcade and who's leading the pack, shit eating grin on a motorcycle with a bandana on? your favorite scientologist. no pics though...

colin enjoys pretty too! that outfit was so well matched, it puts me and my garanimal lovin ways to shame.