Reservation
By: Kai Crouse
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| Focal Length: | 50mm |
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| ISO: | 100 |
| Shutter: | 1/0 sec |
| Camera: | Canon EOS 7D |
Before leaving New Mexico I just had to stop in Pie Town, USA. Not only because I’m a lardass who loves pie, but also because I’m a lardass who loves pie. Pie Town is a long drive across unpaved roads that ends up on a street with a gas station and the Pie Town Cafe, and MAN do they have some good pie! I skipped the regular food and had 4 slices of pie for lunch. Probably the best pie I’ve ever had. The secret recipe has been passed down from generation to generation. The cafe also hosts the the Pie Town Annual Pie Festival in September when thousands flock to the small town to do pie battle. I just may have to come back.
Onwards to Arizona and the Navajo Indian reservation and utter confusion. To make a long story short, after a near missed tour, an extra hour in a park waiting to be kicked out, and an awkward motel check out, I found that Arizona just doesn’t do the whole daylight savings thing (didn’t know it was optional) but the Indian Reservations do, so moving back and forth can be somewhat disorienting. Throw a trip to Utah in the mix and the whole thing was a mess. I am alerting everyone in writing now because no one else seemed to think it was important.
The Navajo people are so friendly and there is a general sense of community on the reservation. People say hello, they pick up hitchhikers, there is also strong sense of Navajo pride, but sadly, 40% live below the poverty line. Many hitch hike or live in these mobile homes so they can go to wherever the work is.
Opaque Ghosts 
You should be mindful of your figure! Four pies in Pie Town, Best BBQ in the country in Austin, what are you devouring in between? Are you exercising??
Love your postcards (photos and comments). In particular the mobile home in the Navajo Reservation and your comment touched my heart. Doesn’t it look like a space craft about to take off?
Bro,
Ethan and I once had to stop at a trailer just like the one in your awesome photo. It was about 120 degrees out. We were on bikes just north of Tucson and out of water, every exposed patch of skin caked in sweat salt. Nobody was driving by so we kept going. Kind of a gamble but we eventually found the trailer and its friendly owner. His thermometer said it was 90 degrees inside but it felt heavenly cool to us. Anyway, we filled our bottles and moved on. One of the kinds of positive people experiences it sounds like you’re having a lot of.
Sounds like quite a harrowing experience! There really are so many kind strangers that are happy to help the weary traveller. This country is a wonderful place!
watch your figure, says mom! hilarious. Great photo.