Sometimes when you're driving in the country, you might pass by some place where local folks are obviously gathered. A place that looks like absolutely nothing on the outside, except that there are obviously a lot of people there. I don't know about you, but I tend to be wary of places like this - everybody in the place knows each other; if I go in, how will they react?
So it's kind of funny to think about a tourist driving up the road to Fort Bowie, passing by the nectar lounge. Which is basically a M.A.S.H. army tent with a yummy cafe in it. If a stranger walks into this tent, which sometimes happens, they are welcomed with open arms; more like what you would expect at Callahan's than what you would expect out of some bar from Deliverance.
Right now I can hear the beat of some loud music from down there - not sure what's going on, but probably people are having fun. There's a pancake breakfast today. I'm about to wander down. What triggered this thought was seeing a truck go by that I didn't recognize. You see one or two of these a day - most of the vehicles are familiar, either from the fort or from someone at DM.
Life in the boonies...
[Turns out the drumming was an Apache blessing ceremony that was going on on a nearby mountaintop. The pancakes were yummy, as usual.]