16 Miles into Cuba
Off a Mesa, onto some roads, and into town. Hello Cuba, New Mexico.
This is a 5 star motel.
Had some more great mesas in the morning before heading into town.
On the road was a sign for 1 dollar fry bread. Banjo and I decided to investigate and were greated by a dozen dogs of varying breeds. We found the fry bread proprietor and feasted. I was humped by the dog pictured above pretty much the whole time.
Took my stinky socks for a spin at the local laundromat. The owner saw me sitting in my rain gear, knew I was a thru-hiker and came over to tell me all about Cuba. I'm pretty sure he gave everyone who talked to him the same great dinner recommendation.
Hot Shot, Maverick, Banjo, and Lodgepole dawned their black puffies on their way to dinner. Reservoir Dirtbags?