Day 2- 1:30p
We snake passed Dolores and as we leave it in a mirage, we edge by MacPhee reservoir on the San Juan Highway on to Hwy 491, the trail of the ancients leading to Moab, UT.
Uneventful so it seems as the dry scrub droned along. Out the corner of our right eyes, 70 mph, see a pig on the side of the road adjacent to a blue barn, good pedigree, solid bones, nicely modded...fair show queen worth.
All the other junk around it was a blurry mound of insignificance. The plot thickens....
Only Cruiser eyes can be as acute at 70 miles per hour. We see in the barn 2 well aged 40s of marvelous bouquet. Yes at 70 miles per hour. Uncanny. Another sign of the disease.
Poor Brutus (2000 f250 7.3) felt a searing singe as we hit the brakes. We wrangled the beast on a ten point turn on the narrow road. We whistled the turbo to the barn like Hyenas after a prize.
@CaptClose was counting his measly bills in his pocket in haste. We approach the barn timidly but with trust that all will be well with a fellow Cruiser head. The force felt strong.