I've gone "vegan" down here.
And it is the last damn time I ask the Mystery Rider if the mushrooms are safe to eat.
Things started out ok, but got a little pear shaped around the time we hit the state line.
I kind of lost track if we were coming or going.
"By the time we got to Perote, we were half a million strong..."
Took the stairway to visit the burro and the ice machine...
And you thought I was kidding!
Beer marketing knows no boundaries, especially when they paint over the Superior advertising.
Couldn't decide whether this was a launching pad or a landing zone
Mission control...no problems here, Houston.
The Mystery Rider was playing Quasimodo
The reinforcements arrived having been summoned by the bell...
A pile of bones, a boat, and a fencepost...
Home and dry!
When you don't have any fall colors, or even a fall season, you have to take matters into your own hands.