and the quest for cold beer and liquor.
We left Maxwell on a dirt road,
That gave way to pavement before long. We crossed the path of the Santa Fe trail several times. Wasn't much evidence of it other than the sign.
We spied this place at an intersection, and when we went in found all the chairs up on the tables, and a nice woman mopping the floor. She told us she was closed for a couple of days for spring cleaning, and wasn't really set up to sell package liquor, despite the sign on the outside, the place was mostly a bar. Looked like a neat place to hang out and throw back some cold ones. She told us we could buy package liquor at the St. James Hotel, and would have no problems finding groceries in Cimarron which we would pass through before getting to the State park campgrounds.
Crossed the SF trail some more,
And started to approach the Sangre de Cristo mountains.
Since we had been directed there on our quest for booze, we stopped by the
St. James hotel first, which is supposed to be haunted, but when we got there, they denied it (the selling liquor part, not the haunted part).
