Ruidoso, Pie Town, and Mesa

I’m writing this entry from our beautiful boondocking spot near Sedona, AZ. We stayed in our usual site at River View RV Park in Ruidoso, NM for a few nights. This park only has a few sites available to overnight RV guests and only 1 of those we can fit into. But we can walk to the downtown shops and restaurants so that an advantage to us and worth paying for a private park. 

We usually visit Grace O’Malley’s Irish Pub while in Ruidoso but we arrived to find it our of business. So we found a new place for afternoon cocktails. 

   
    
 Tall Pines Beer and Wine Garden is our new favorite spot. It opened in the last few months and the owners have done a great job making it a very inviting. We stayed a few hours visiting and sampling. Over the next few weeks, some of Sharon’s photos will be on display and available for sale there.

From Ruidoso, we traveled on to Pie Town, NM for the next couple days. Yes, it’s really called Pie Town. We boondocked in the free city park. 

There’s really not much to say about Pie Town. We did have pie and coffee at a local cafe. We went for a hilly 3 mile run. The place really seemed pretty dead. But it was free, quiet, and we slept well.

   
    
 
The park roads are pretty soft sand but very manageable as long as it’s dry I would imagine. 

We weren’t sure what to make of this but it appears someone once lived here.

 

   
    
 

We took hwy 60 from Pie Town into Mesa , AZ. We parked for 2 nights at Sun Life RV Resort. It really wasn’t our style but we wanted to visit some dear friends who are workampers there. 

   
 
That catches us up so far. Next stop… Sedona. We’ll enjoy this spot for a few more days.

   
   
Till next time… Brian

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A New Travel Adventure

We’ll be hitting the road again 2 weeks from today. It’s not that we don’t move our home fairly often, we just haven’t moved it more than a few hundred miles in a while. 

Heading west out of Texas, we’ll write and photograph our way across New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and up the Oregon coast into Washington. Our last time in Washington was in 2013. From there, we’ll head back east across the top of the country to Nothern Minnesota for the summer. 

Check back here often to follow us along if you’re so interested. 

I know Sharon will have new material along the way. And who knows, just maybe I’ll have my latest novel completed by summer’s end. Maybe. 

Brian

Sharon S Jones Fine Art Photography Artist Reception

This Saturday October 22nd, 6 – 8pm, Timeless Art Gallery in Lubbock, Texas will host an artist reception for Sharon. Several of her framed photos and unframed pieces will be on display and available for purchase. Here’s the link to the event: https://www.facebook.com/events/1828715927363688/?ti=icl

The reception is open to the public. Please stop by Timeless Art Gallery to see her beautiful photography if you’re in the area Saturday.

Brian

Open For Business

  

The new Sharon S Jones Photography gallery is all set up and ready for visitors. The new space is at Canton Marketplace, Canton, TX.

The Marketplace and Sharon’s gallery will be open every Thursday through Sunday before the first Monday every month. 

Of course, Sharon’s work will also remain available at her Etsy store as well as directly from her. 

I will have paperback copies of my novel, Indian Paintbrush by B. K. Jones, available in the gallery as well. It’s also available to Kindle owners on Amazon as well as from Barnes and Noble and Creatspace.

Please stop by and visit with us if you’re in the area.

Brian

Another Sample of “Indian Paintbrush”, A Thriller by B. K. Jones

After a couple of relaxing weeks living out in the boonies, we moved to a new spot yesterday, where we have good sun exposure for our solar panels and phone service. Finding a place where we can get both seems to be quite challenging here in the forest around Cloudcroft, NM.

I made some good progress on my next novel too. There’s nothing like getting out in nature for me, and away from people for a bit, to get my imagination going. The lack of cell service sometimes doesn’t hurt either. When I get a little further along, I’ll also post some samples from the new novel too.

Sharon also has some new photos up on her Facebook. Be sure to visit our “About Us” page and click her Facebook link to see them. She is a very talented photographer in my opinion, however biased it may be. She’s also very beautiful!

That’s enough about us for now. Here’s the second sample of Indian Paintbrush….

“Why are you whispering? Why don’t you show yourself you sonofabitch?” Andy said sternly as he tried to turn and look at the person who spoke to him. He could hear the sound of leather soled boots shifting and scraping on the concrete behind him. The bastard was moving to stay out of his line of sight, Andy thought to himself.

               “I know you’re scared, bud.” the voice said as Andy made another attempt to turn himself to where he could identify his assailant. “It’s ok though. You won’t be scared much longer.” the voice said, still whispering. With that last statement from the stranger, Andy felt cold chills all over his body. He didn’t know who this person could be or why anyone would want to do this him, but he had a pretty good idea what the stranger meant. He decided at that point he no longer wanted to see his assailant.

               Andy just hung there not saying anything else, just waiting for his fate. There was nothing else he could do. He thought of screaming out for help, but he knew his wife was gone into town, and he knew no one else was near enough to hear him. He remained silent. He refused to beg for his life like a coward. If the stranger had the intent of killing him, Andy figured he would follow through with it no matter what he said. So, Andy chose to keep his dignity. He kept silent and still, and prayed to God to take care of his wife and his parents if he should not make it through this ordeal.

               Andy heard the sound of the boots shuffle slowly on the concrete behind him. The sound moved around him to his side. He closed his eyes. Then he could feel the presence of someone in front of him. He kept his eyes closed.

               “Open your eyes.” the man ordered him. Andy didn’t open them. “You hear me, bud?” the voice said. He wasn’t whispering now. The voice sounded familiar to him now, but he couldn’t remember when or where he had heard it. “I said open ‘em!” the man said more sternly, but not too loud.

               It seemed like a lifetime went by as Andy hung there, refusing to open his eyes or say anything more. It had only been a minute or so in realty.

               “Do what you’re gonna do or get the hell outa here and leave me alone!” Andy finally said.

               “Oh, I’ll leave soon enough, bud.” The man responded coldly. “Man, you never saw it coming when I whacked you on the head with that hammer, did ya, bud?” The man said almost jokingly. “Your just as hard headed as ever, bud.”

               Andy still couldn’t place the voice. The man seemed to know him, though. He thought about looking at the man, now standing before him as he hung there by his ankles in the barn. The stranger kept referring to him as “bud”. He couldn’t recall anybody ever calling him that. Maybe it was something he called everyone.

That’s it for now. Thanks for taking an interest in our lives.

Till next time….

Brian

Sharon’s Daily Photo… An Old Mine Near Silverton, CO

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