” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
Our current trek into New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma began with a swing through the Spanish Peaks in Southern Colorado, brilliant and subdued at the same time with tones ranging from bright reds and yellows to burnt oranges, rust browns, and the brilliant blue and white of the Western sky on a perfect autumn day.
Oh, and then there was the surprising find of the 7th Street Deli off the beaten path in Walsenburg, Colo., the kind of place you hope to “drop in” to while traveling, especially on a trip that has no set parameters. A tiny, nondescript doorway leads to a seating area with 5 tables, a cooler/countertop combination, and a sandwich-making area populated by a chef with 35 years’ experience and an exuberant waiter who makes you feel as welcome as if you were stopping by the home of old friends.
Lunch included conversation with a young woman coming in for a sandwich to go who was gushing with stories about a recent trip to Albuquerque, NM, to watch 600 hot air balloons rise at dawn. We left filled with both a delicious meal and notes written down on a napkin for planning a future trip to Albuquerque.
The Spanish Peaks area -- Photos by Susan Jorgensen
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