20 miles out of Grants
After waiting out some bad weather, Banjo and I walked out of Grants around noon. On the way out we passed a Pizza Hut buffet. It was the best worst idea ever. It was a struggle to walk out and onward as I suffered from what I called the pizza sweats. I had to take a nap before climbing up Mt. Taylor.
Grants is a town that has seen better days.
I've seen a lot of these signs, and they're always similar but slightly different. I don't think any designer at the forest service has mastered what water coming out of a bucket looks like.
Passed a place off the side of the road where locals take their garbage and shoot it.