Bonus New Mexico post

So I check in to the local Best Western then head over to the only restaurant open on Sunday, the Eklund Hotel (did I choose the wrong one). While I'm enjoying the first decent beer I've had in a while and munching on a pork chop this guy walks in with a guitar and starts playing. He explains that he's been hitchhiking from his home in Kentucky for the past three weeks. I chatted briefly with him as I tossed some money in his case. All he has is a thirty pound pack and his guitar. I may have over packed a bit. His plans are to work on a farm in Taos for a while then start traveling. Where, he doesn't know. And I thought what I'm doing is hard.