We made it to the free camping area in Pie Town about an hour later than
@mesa man and
@Mesa Woman. I'd been shooting to beat them there but travel-by-40 isn't as quick as the GPS app thinks it is. We parked and I fired up the grill for dinner and pitched our tent and unfolded cots. Two 40's in camp... beautiful.
As
@Mesa Woman said, it was a cold and windy evening. As the sun started setting, the wind didn't let up, and it grew quite a bit colder. No fire due to the winds meant that we packed up after dinner and all headed for our tents and sleeping bags. Crazy winds woke me up a few hours later and the tent was getting slammed. My daughter didn't even wake up. I made a panicked run out in the wind, dust, and light ran to get my chairs thrown into my 40... then scrambled back into my warm sleeping bag. Went to sleep to the sound of rain mixed with sleet. And woke up to a nice dusting of snow.
My daughter was born in Dubai... and we moved to Arizona when she was 4. She's a desert kid and snow is like a fairy tale event for her. In spite of the cold we had sunny skies and her spirit couldn't be dampened by the temps.
As we loaded up for photos at Pie-O-Neer I had a very happy passenger.
We went through some BLM land behind our camping area. It ended up being a very short 5-minute ride on a dirt track. But pretty scenery.
Which brings us to Pie-O-Neer... a perfect little snapshot of Americana. This little restaurant in Pie Town, New Mexico serves pie of course. But it's legit, fantastic pie. There were two ladies taking orders and serving... and a whole host of ladies in the back clearly busy at slicing fruits and cutting crusts and pulling pies out of the ovens.
I had Honey Pecan pie and washed it down with coffee. Cora had a Pecan Pie Muffin with Ice Cream. It was amazing!
Photos of the handoff were taken by
@Mesa Woman, so I won't repost the same ones. The handoff was done, we enjoyed pie.
The photos below aren't particularly noteworthy I suppose. But I love them. After living overseas for 11 years I've come to truly treasure little gems like this that you can only find in America. On a lonely state highway, hours away from any major metro area, there's a small town of 111 people, with a kitschy little diner that serves amazing pie. I'm sure there's a 5-star rated pie shop somewhere in one of the big cities that's world renowned. But in Pie Town the atmosphere, the people, and the legit good pie all combine to make for an unparalleled experience. I'm going back with the family at some point.